I walk into class. 'Well this is what 8th grade is gonna look like at this school,' I think. I sit down.
"Uhm, this spot is taken," Says a guy with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. "This one is too." He gestures to the seat on his other side. I finally find a place to sit after a few try's.
"Wynter, why don't you come and introduce your self." The teacher says.
"Umm... uh hi," A couple people laugh and whisper at me. I clear my throat. "Umm h-hi my n-name is Wynter." I say quietly and my voice is shaking.
"Well Wynter, why don't you have a seat." She says annoyed.
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Ngẫu nhiênYou may think that I am a happy, normal girl, but you don't know the half of it.
