I approached my new middle school carrying my messenger bag, gym bag, and French horn. 'New school, same crap.' I thought to myself. I approached home room, and the teacher, Ms. Thompson, started roll call. "Leah Troy?" she finally called on me.
"Here," I replied nonchalantly.
"You're new this year, right?" she asked in a voice that was way too chipper.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Why don't you tell us about yourself?"
I inwardly sighed. "My name is Leah Troy. I am tall and lanky. I am a socially awkward seal." This earned a few snickers. "I play French horn and sing a little... I listen to My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Panic! At The Disco, Metallica, and awesome stuff like that. Don't mess with my music, please. And, yeah..." I brushed my razor cut bangs out of my eyes and sat down awkwardly.
The bell rang about five minutes later, and I glanced at my schedule. 'Crap,' I thought to myself, ' P.E. first period.' I am not particularly active at all. Luckily, since it was the first day of school, the three gym instructors went over the rules and let us talk. I moved to the back of the gym and pulled out a book that I'd started reading the day before. Eventually, the bell rang, and I made my way towards the band room. Actually, I just followed the other students carrying their instruments.
Being the klutz I am, I walked into one of my classmates, hitting him in the knee with the bulky case in my hand. "Holy crap! I'm so sorry!" I said quickly.
"It's okay," he replied, rubbing his knee.
"Okay. Well, I've got to get to band. See ya around?"
"See ya." With that, we went our separate ways.
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The Outcasts
FanfictionLeah Troy has just moved from Pittsburgh, PA to Cincinnati, OH, and is a social outcast. What happens when another outcast, Andrew Biersack, befriends her? What if his career in music takes off? Will their friendship remain? Read to find out.
