I walked down the long corridor and walked up the marble steps, being careful not to trip over and embarrass myself. I was looking for classroom 12, my form. It was at the far right hand side end of the first floor corridor. I entered the stuffy classroom. Everyone stared at me, like I was a huge ghost, coming to kill them. In all honesty, I wanted to stick up my middle finger and shout "what the hell are you staring at" bit I knew it wouldn't be the best thing to do on my first day. If I wanted to have friends, i had to act friendly and calmly.
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Dying inside
KorkuRose Black is a 13 year old, suicudal, depressed girl. Her mum hates her, and so does everyone else. She gets thrown out of her house and looks for family. On the way she meets Mason, an older rebel boy who leads her to a gang of rebellious teenager...
