You changed my life // (DNF RE-MAKE)

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^George's POV^

"George."

"George."

"George, wake up now!"

I lifted my head up from my desk.

"Sorry..."

"Don't let it happen again or you'll be sent to detention."

"Yes Miss."

"Good, now back to what I was saying."

God, whats the point of all this. Were never gonna use it later on.

I sighed to myself as i zoned out and stopped paying attention to the lesson, not that i was listening in the first place.

I mean seriously, no one else listens to whats going on, but yet i'm the one to get yelled at. I wasn't even sleeping! i just had my head down.

Even though i was zoned out, I could still hear kids behind me and in front of me laughing. Nothing new there. When your the school loser, being laughed at is something that shoves its self into your schedule. I looked over to the door and looked up at the clock, checking the time.

Still 30 minutes? It feels like I've already been here for ever, Jesus.

As i was about to look back to the front of the class, the door opened. A boy who was definitely taller than me walked in and stood in the door way for a moment before the teacher looked over and smiled.

"Ah, I almost forgot," She said, turning to face the class, " This is our new student, Clay,"

The whole class looked at him. He didn't seem to know what to do.

"Clay, why don't you introduce yourself?" She said as he walked to the front of the class.

"Uh, hi, My name is Clay, I just moved here and I hope we can be friends," He smiled as he finished.

Clay...interesting name i guess.

"Alright, why don't you go sit next to...George!"

I sat up a little in my seat.

What.

I saw Clay looking around before the teacher spoke again.

"George, raise your hand," She said, you could tell she was fed up with me.

I sighed to myself and raised my hand, allowing Clay to know who I was, and where he was going to sit. He smiled and walked over, setting his stuff down at the desk next to mine. I turned my attention back to the lesson as the teacher started from where she left off, trying not to make any conversations with Clay, as I could tell he was they type to do so himself.

"Hey,"

...

"Hello?"

...

"Hellloooooo?-"

I sighed and turned over to face him, "Yes?"

He was a bit taken back before returning to his 'Happy' looking state.

God, this is going to be one hell of a conversation.

"What's your name?" He asked in a soft whisper so the teacher wouldn't hear.

I rolled my eyes, "why does it matter,"