A friend?

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Chapter 2: A Friend?
👆🏼^ Above is Vinsul
I was at the local public school. Greenwoods High. I was new once again because I switched group homes. My first period was U.S History Honors with Degual. I grabbed a seat in the back and pulled my black hood over my dyed black hair. I waited to hear the bell ring. But the first thing i heard was a kid. He tapped on my shoulder and said "Is this seat taken?" I wanted to say that it was so bad, but he look nice. My kindness took hold and I replied " No you can sit there." He had black hair and wore, a band sweatshirt. The band was Famous Last Words. I also had that sweater. He had a nose ring and black eye. I guess he was bullied or a hard home but did not ask.

I learned during that class he had been there for 2 years. His name was Vinsul. He has been at this school for 2 years and never really fit in. He lost his father last year to cancer. Yeah we talked all class. We talked about grades and bands and then he asked where i lived. I didnt have the guts to tell him I was in a group home so I just switched the topics. I was so nervous around him. I didn't want Vinsul getting to close because if i left then I would hurt him and I couldn't hurt anyone else.
I had him for almost all of my classes except Biology and P.E. So I tried to get a seat by him since he was the only person willing to talk with an Scene 17 year old.

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We grew close over the past few weeks. I helped him study because he was failing. And he helped me with finding more friends. A fun, yet dorky guy named Wyatt, a young popular girl named Sarah, and that was about it.. But I made friends and that was about it.
I want to tell him about my past but I am scared that I will scare him off. Or what if he goes and tells people? He probably would not do that but who know to be sure? I am going to his home for dinner later maybe I could tell him then. Okay, I am going to tell him tonight. Maybe. I don't know. I am a chicken.

_Later_
I undress out if my navy blue sweats and New Years Day shirt to get in the shower. I open the door and turn the hot water and slide slowly into the luke warm water letting it run down my back. I tried and tried to clear my head but I was so nervous and scared about tonight with Vinsul. So many thoughts, yet not enough time.

I finish my shower and walk to my closet and look... Nothing to freakin wear.. Never thought I would even think that. I just grab a pair of old black jeans and start searching for a shirt. I want something that says nice yet bitchy. I finally settle on a normal red and black horizontally striped shirt. And pick out a black sweater to top it off. And then I slide on my black platform boots. Now I think I look presentable. Hopefully.
~DINNER~
Walk up to the fancy large looking home and slow examine my new friends home. I have never seen anything like this. So big two stories, white, and a big porch that was cleaned very well.

I raise my hand to knock. But all I can do is hold it in their like retard. Think think think! 'Breathe, in & out'. Finally I just knock on the door. Vinsul opens the door as a smile spreads from ear to ear. I can't help but smile back and giggle a little.

All of a sudden I see a young dirty blonde woman step out from behind my friend. She looked to be I her late 40s. She had dark bags under her eyes that showed that there was many sleepless nights I her past. Then a smile brightened across her face and I have her a reassuring grin back. She spoke "You must be Diveny, welcome. Dinner is being cooked but feel free to make yourself at home." She turned away and walked in to a hall that I guess lead to the kitchen.
Vinsul just stood there, I could tell that he was nervous. I was nervous of the conversation that will be happening. I wanted to just blurt it out and run but then I wanted to just turn and go to the home. I had butterflies in my stomach. I felt like I was going to be sick.
He finally broke the silence " Do what to come in side?"
"Sure" I responded under my breath.

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