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Palm Grove High

Y'all know what's up

**Mattie = George**

And again, "Mattie" will only be used in conversation since it's a fake identity and George is still George

I feel like I'm missing something here... lmk if something feels off cause I swear this doesn't feel like it should

Previously...

And so, that's how George found himself in an entirely new country, under a new name, with a new family, with a new birthday. As far as records were concerned, George Henry Davidson was a dead man.

Mattie Alexander Jefferson, however, was alive and well. Not only that- he was starting at a new school tomorrow, Palm Grove High.

Hopefully, he wouldn't feel too out of place.

3rd Person P.O.V.

George let out a soft huff, stepping onto the grounds of Palm Grove High. Despite the name, there weren't any palm trees in sight, which George felt was like false advertising. He was hesitant to step inside the building, but the large stream of students feeding into the school swept him up and dragged him in.

George already hated this.

He could already see the loud football crowd, yelling and laughing next to some lockers. There were some students already in their classes, giving George a weird look as he passed by each door.

He was already on edge, and now he felt as if he was being watched. Creepy. Although, he reasoned, I suppose I am being watched. It's probably not everyday they get a new student.

Lost in thought, George bumped into a tall, blond boy, both of them stumbling backwards. The boy regained his composure first, looking George up and down briefly before commenting:

"Hey man, watch out. Those kids will tear you apart if you bump into one of them. Consider yourself lucky," the boy warned. George stared down at his feet, shrugging.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I'm new." The boy's expression lightened, and he offered George a small smile.

"Really? I started here last week, actually. Seems like maybe this is fate?" The blond mused. George let his lips curve upwards into a small smile, and nodded.

"Maybe it is." The boy held out his hand, offering a handshake.

"I'm Clay." George accepted Clay's hand, exchanging names with him.

"...Mattie." Clay's expression faltered for the slightest moment, before he held up with his bright smile.

"Nice to meet you, Mattie," he greeted. George smiled nervously, still getting used to his fake name. "I hope to run into you again sometime." Clay smiled one last time, before walking past George.

"You too!" The brunette exclaimed loudly, immediately cringing at how desperate he sounded. Well... at least he could say he knew someone now, at least.

George kept walking down the hallway, reading each room label as he passed them. Finally, he found his class- room B38, honors pre-calculus.