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BACK TO START : CH 2

Picture of Drake Hamilton up top (∆)

Annoying people with great hair:

"Zoe Fayne?"

I look up to see a women in her high-thirties to low-forties with big thick brown glasses. She's wearing an old looking floral print dress, brown heels and a gold spiral neckless. Her hair, that looks as if it was once a luscious ebony color is now a pale black, is done up into a I-tolarate-no-nonsense like bun. She has big gray eyes that once was full of light is now clouded by age.

"Yes?" I politly answer to my name in a small but firm voice.

"I have your schedual, locker and commbination, and lastly the name of your counselor." She lists nonchalantly.

"Counselor?" I try to ask calmly but my voice betrays me at the end and you can hear the worry seep into my voice.

"Don't worry hun' everyone is assigned a counselor whether they need one or not. Just school protical." She gives a reasuring smile and I feel myself relax a bit.

"OK, thankyou." I watch as she nods her head in reasurence and walks farther into the depths of maze like halls to other rooms leaving me to my own.

I turn and walk out the main office door with schedule in hand, having already cramned my other info. into my bookbag.

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I follow the locker numbers trying to find 1055.

"1025...1036...1047..." I mumble under my breath as I continue the never ending search for locker 105-.

Then the bell rings.

Shit.

The whispers and stares are almost amedate.

Dubble shit.

And just when you think; "what else could go wrong?" Life decides to laugh in your face and say; "give it a minute."

That's when I walk into a wall like structure.

And fall.

On my ass

I look up to see a bad boy wanna-be. With great hair.

Be-A-Utiful.
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Drake Hamilton prov

The bell rings signaling the end of class and I'm out the door.

I walk down the hallway and stop when I spot the schools bimbo standing next to my locker twirling a peice of her bleached blonde hair.

Great. Just great.

I clench my teeth and turn around planing on walking in the opposite direction all together.

When I turn around someone bumps into me.

I'm about to swear the person out but they beat me to it

"Watch were your going dumbass." She snaps out in the sexiest voice I have ever heard.

I, out of habit, check her out when she gets off the ground.

She's slim with curves in all the right places with flawless, severly lightly, tanned skin. Her firery hair goes down in long waves past her elbows and her eyes are a littler greener then peridot.

I automatically turn on the charm.

"Well hello..." I pur and take a step closer.

"I'm a lesbean."

"Wha-I... You are?" I take two steps back at a loss for words.

"No. But it got you to take a step back didn't it? Mr. I-don't-know-what-personal-space-is." She replys in a matter-of-fact way.

"Wah-I...are you new here?" She has to be, nobody that goes to this school would talk to me, of all people, like that.

"No I just had the power of invisibility till just now." She replies sarcastically while giving me a 'what-the-fuck-do-you-think?' look.

She then side steps me and walks down the hallway to most likely her next class.

I just stand there dumbfounded with only one thought pin-balling around my head.

What. The. Fuck. Just. Happened.

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