I watched the new guy run out of class, knocking in to desks on his way. I laughed and stood up, slinging my bag over my shoulder and walking over to my friends.
James was watching the door with a tilted head, probably trying to figure out that Jed Thomas kid. James was our puzzle solver of the group. He was short for his age, probably 5'5 or 5'7. He had black hair, soft, pale creamy skin, and practically black eyes. James had either ASD or OCD, I could never remember which, but he was awesome: A real hoot.
Cameron was chuckling as she put her bag on. Cameron was like the sarcastic aunt or that one cousin that went to juvie six times. She had such a quick and sassy humor that you couldn't help but laugh, even if you were the butt of the joke. She had the brightest blonde hair, sun-kissed skin, a long body, and big boobs, which she was very proud of.
But Sammy? Sammy was pretty much glaring at that door. He was one of the grumpiest teenagers I've ever met. He was as pale as a vampire with darker hair than James. And he was tall. Not as tall as the new guy though...
"So," I said to my friends once we were out of Wales classroom. "What do you think?"
"About what?" James asked. I should have been more specific.
"About the new kid."
"The new kid?" James asked black bangs falling into his pale face. "I think he's weird. And that his scar is from a knife."
Cameron snorted. "Of course you were trying to figure out what that thing was from." She looked over at me. "I think he's gonna get beat to a pulp."
I looked over at Sammy. "Sammy? What do you think?"
Sammy looked at me with his "serious face" and sighed.
"I think he should join our group."
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Kelling Academy: Fighter
Teen FictionJed Thomas is on thin ice. Or at least, that's what people keep telling him. With three assault charges, two arrests, and being expelled from every school in the state, Jed's parents finally have an excuse to ship him off to Kelling Academy. A fucki...
