❝It's fine, it's cool. You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth. And guess I'm the fool, with her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof-❞
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You rubbed the stray tears out of the corners of your eyes, limply laying your head across your arm, a gloomy expression cast over your face.
Eyes red and puffy, the proof of your sorrow was not hard to see, though you doubted anyone would notice.
Blinking away the fresh tears that threatened to form, you watched the teacher speak about a lesson you didn't care much about, as you likely already knew the material.
The unfamiliar faces of your new classmates surrounded you, yet none of them seemed focused on your existence. It was like you were invisible.
And weren't new students supposed to be noticed?
'I wish we had never moved to this prissy—private school...Not like anything would've been different.'
Your parents had forced you to move hundreds of miles away from your home located in the peaceful countryside, right into the middle of one of the busiest cities in America, Los Angeles, California.
And you were never one to like crowds. Instead, you actually hated them. The feeling of crowds of people made your chest tighten and your breath shorten.
So there was no doubt you were angry.
After all that had happened, your parents still felt the need to burden you with a move? Away from what you had known for at least a decade.
The thought of your old life brought fresh tears to your eyes, causing you to clench your fist in an attempt to calm down, your nails digging into the soft flesh of your hand.
