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I always loved being a kid.

Back when nothing mattered and all you could think about was seeing your friends next and getting Barbies and new coloring books.

I remember one time my bestest friend Molly and I made an entire sidewalk into a hopscotch course and got screamed at by some lady who said chalk wasn't vegan, whatever that meant.

It was amazing

All this ended abruptly and drastically when I moved to a new town at the age of 14. You might ask why it changed, well here's why; The day I moved I got called slurs, which I had heard before as a girl with darker skin, but it wasn't until my mom told me the real meaning that I understood it wasn't just another rebellious profanity the cool kids used.

My house was small but that was all we needed, I got bullied and taunted for being poor when in reality we had very good money, my mom just hated the people who flaunted it about, so she kept humble. She still bought me amazing clothes that I could never be thankful enough for, and amazing makeup, hair, and skin products that, in my opinion, made me look not half bad.

I started birth control quite young, around 13 and a half, because my mom knew how bad the cramps I got could be, and just to be safe. But that also gave me insane curves that I didn't like, even though it was just a body, and I didn't see how lumps of fat on my chest can attract anyone. So I hid it. Until my mom introduced me to clothes other than cargos and hoodies, I realized most clothes looked flattering on my figure, so I wore them more and more until I swapped out most of my closet for boathouse hoodies, jeans with rips that would make my grandma cry, Cropped t-shirts and long sleeves, shorts, leggings, and big tees.

I had been homeschooled since a third-grade teacher, Miss Lynn, said I looked tired from being up with my 'black people gang' so late at night. I had no idea what middle school was like because my mom chose to skip that park and dropped me in high school, my only social skills being from shows and interactions with people my age at gatherings, kinda sad.

My life was already a very interesting experience by the age of 10, but little did I know that stepping into that high school would change my entire view on life.

I was so nervous I felt like I needed to throw up, which I wound up doing, so that wasn't a problem for very long.

I got dressed in my favorite pants and hoodie combination, consisting of a pink boathouse hoodie and some light brown cargos. Earlier this week, my mom took me to get my braids redone, and I got Knot-less braids.

I had packed my backpack the day before, so once my mom was ready to drive me, I just threw on my Northface jacket and my pandas and ran out of the house to the car.

The entire car ride to the school was 30 minutes of constant reminders on how school isn't the same as the shows and people are cruel, but can be nice, but can also be between. I honestly just stopped paying attention and just nodded my head every once in a while, staring out the window till I arrived at what looked like an abandoned building that had a paint job.

Windows were shattered and covered with genitalia, phone numbers, and slurs. The parking lot had millions of potholes, and all the parking space paint was faded. Walls were covered with a thinly applied layer of paint in an attempt to hide graffiti and what looked like blood stains. This place is going to be... interesting.

My mom signed me in for the day, which I had to do because I was new. The school year had already been commenced for almost a month, but I couldn't go until now because of unpacking.

After my mom finished signing me in, she did what we call a 'rich people kiss' where we both kiss the air near each other's cheeks on each side. We've done that since we saw two people in a soap opera do it, and now it's a mockery thing that everyone questions, we haven't kissed on the lips in almost 8 years, strange how little things can be so big. She wished me luck yelling 'I love you, Sophie' as she walked out the door of the school, leaving me to fend for myself. I didn't even get a map, but by the size of the place I won't need one.

i looked in front of me and could already see the gym, the cafeteria, and what Im assuming is the science room because it was smoking...wait a damn minute, that's not normal.  Just as i start to question it, I hear a siren echo through my brain as a stampede of highschoolers came running from the hallways right at me, and being my smart self, I don't move until I see they are not planning on swerving around me, and will thoughtlessly run me right over. I was bumped into many people of all heights and sizes. Being slammed around like a doll until I felt a hand grasp my arm tightly. I got a quick glance at the boys face before getting tugged by him swiftly out of the school. He was quite tall, towering over me at what looked like 6'5. He had brown Fluffy hair that was volumised in all the right places and brown harsh eyes that were now staring straight as we pushed out of the school doors.

Once everyone was evacuated, we all were lined ip at the top of the hill to the side of the main doors of the school. In front of us was the hole filled parking lot, and behind us was a field that was half the size of a football field with animal fecies and garbage everywhere. I was standing beside the boy who had grabbed me, and I was able to get a better look at him when he turned to face me, asking if I was okay. His jawline was sharp, and he had a very masculan  face shape, almost like a model. His eyebrows were thick but tamed, and his nose was quite large, I remember knowing that meant something, but I forgot. I forget almost everything looking in this man's eyes. He looked me up and down, and I nodded in response to his earlier asked question. He seemed satisfied with this response, and his face relaxed slightly, and he turned back to face the principle who was explaining it was just a malfunction in a chemical explosion demonstration that had cause everyone to evacuate. Everyone was calm after a bit of reassurance, not that most people were panicked anyway. Most were just glad to kiss classes. As I scanned the crowd of what looked like only a thousand kids, I saw the boy turn to face me, I looked up at him to see his eyes piercing into mine, they had a kind yet dominant look to them, making my stomach flutter. 'Hey, sorry for grabbing you like that,' he said, his shoulder jumping slightly as he chuckled, 'I just didn't want you to get trampled.' I smiled, thanking him. 'Are you new?' I nodded, 'Welcome, I promise it isn't like this here every day.' I smiled.'I'm Zachary, call me Zach.' He said with a small smile, extending his hand, I took it, shaking it slightly.  'I..im So...Sophie' I was barely able to get words out when I felt the tough yet smooth feeling of his hands.

He smiled.
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