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New home, new school, new people, new start.
This time lets hope things don't get fucked up.
My name is Cassidy. I just moved to Omaha from California.
I'm 17, and a senior in high school.

I walk into my new school, I can feel peoples eyes burning into me. I try to keep my head low and not attract attention.

I walk up to the office and get my schedule. First is math. Great.
As I'm walking to the class I get lost. I have no idea where I'm going. When I finially find it, I walk in and head to the back of the class. There were lots of open seats because I got there early. I take out my headphones and put them in.

When the bell rings the teacher walks in. "We have a new student today, her name is Cassidy Carter. Be sure to introduce yourselfs after class." She says with a smile, and everyone's heads turn to me. I quickly look down and hope they look away.

In the middle of class four boys barge into the class. "Sup Mrs Stone." One says.
"Why are you guys late again?" She says. And they all come up with very bad excuses. "Just take a seat." She says. As they all walk towards me and sit down in the back.

"Looky here, there's a new girl." A guy with dark eyebrows say. I don't respond.
"You gunna say anything newby?" The same one says.
"I think she's a mute." A blonde one says.
"What a freak." One says. And they all laugh.

Oh god this year is gunna be great. I already feel my anxiety kicking in. I feel them all looking at me but I just keep my head down.

I can feel my breathing getting heavy, as the bell rings.
I rush out of the classroom in a hurry before anyone can try to talk to me. I head to my locker to put my math stuff away.

Locker number 150.. Locker number 151... Locker number 152 found it. I undo the combination and put my books away before my locker was slammed shut. It was eyebrows. I kept quiet and walked away.

But my arm was grabbed and I was pushed up against the locker.
"I'm jack, what's your name?" He says holding against the locker. "You gunna talk?" I feel his hot breath on my neck. I shake my head and look down. I lifts up his hand and I flinch thinking he is going to hit me.
"You really think I would hit you babe?" He asks placing his hand under my chin making me look up at him.

"Aye just leave her alone Gilinsky." The blonde guy says, as he releases me from the lockers and I run outside. Tears about to escape my eyes. I quickly wipe them away before I head to my next class.

-after school-
When I get home, my mom and my dad are fighting, and yelling at eachother.
"Really? We moved here for a new start and you guys aren't even trying to get along!" I say.
"We are trying!" My mom says.
"Your not trying hard enough because your the one starting fights!" My dad yells back at her.

This fighting goes on for five more minutes. I couldn't take it.
"I'm done!! I'll be back before 11!" I yell and grab my skateboard and leave the house slamming the door, tears running down my face. I skate down the street going who knows where.

JACK GILINSKY POV
Me, jj, and Sam were all playing basketball out front after school, when we heard the new neighbors yelling.

"Shit" jj says laughing.
"What the fuck is wrong with that family?" I say laughing. Five minutes later.
"I think it finially stopped" jj said going to a three pointer.
We look over to see a girl run out of the house and slam the door crying. And then she skateboards down the street.

"Who is that?" I ask.
"That looks like mute from first period." Sam says.
"It can't be though." I say.

CASSIDY POV
It's nine and I have no idea where I am. I'm not just skating in circles lost, when a truck pulls up next to me.
"Hey mute! You need a ride?" A guy asks, I look up to see jack?
I really don't want to but I have no choice, I have no idea where I am.
I nod and look down.
"What are you waiting for come on." He says and I get into the passengers seat not saying anything. After three minutes of silence he says
"I heard you and your parents fighting earlier." He says.
I don't say anything.
" still not going to talk?" He asks.
"Sorry." I say silently.
"Why don't you talk much?" He asks as we pull up to my house. And I hop out and shrug my shoulders before walking to the house.

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