Prologue

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His mother pushed him towards the entrance of the school, "Bye, Sweetie!" He rolled his eyes and continued walking before he stopped to look at his mother, then his surroundings.

He looked around the secluded neighborhood before turning his focus to the massive building in front of him. He noticed that everything around him was silent. Quiet.

His eyelids pushed together, trying to wake himself up from this dream. His eyelashes fluttered open and he woke up in the middle of the high school hallway.

Everyone pushed him around, not even noticing he was there. His brother Tom, already ran off with some girl, now he was all alone.

Looking down at his hands, at his schedule, eyes widening, not knowing where to go or who to talk to. The hallways were swarmed with strangers running to their classes or talking by their lockers with friends or relatives.

He felt queasy, his stomach was hurting as his head throbbed. Moving to a new city, a new home. He was spotting of what everyone wore and what language they spoke. He couldn't help but cringe at everyone's lazy clothing.

He saw everyone wearing flare jeans and either strapless or spaghetti strap tops, with extravagant colors. Someone was wearing purple while another wore lime green.

They all had nude lip stick on and belts, mostly black, white, or khaki colored. The guys were wearing baggy pants and tight shirts with chunky sneakers or chain necklaces. He looked down at his clothes; a tight black shirt with a racers' jacket on top, black pants, and combat boots.

Was it just the dress code or did they always just wear the same thing everyday?

His hair was brushed out, flowing just below his shoulders, his white highlights reflected in the light as he looked around. His brother, Tom, had already gone to class, meeting a girl on the way, who didn't seem to acknowledge Bill.

He turned his head in different directions, looking at the numbers on the classrooms. A girl sped by him, catching his attention. He caught up to her and tapped on her shoulder, he was hoping she would help him.

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