Hazel POV

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My alarm clock screams at me and I groan at the prospect of the first day, I get up and throw on a pair of skinny jeans a t-shirt and sweat shirt. These student have seen me almost everyday for seven years they can deal. As I'm changing I see the pictures on the wall, me and my dad, me and my best friend. The nostalgia brings pricks of tears to the back of my eyes, I wipe them and shimmy the rest of the way into my jeans. The bus is as bad as I remember, the smells and noise pound at my head. A  migraine is already starting, great. I sit alone like everyday, I sink into my book "The Hobbit" and drown everything else out. A hand slapping onto my book wakes me from my daze, "time to go Hazel!" yells a kid I faintly recognize. My school comes into my view and I sigh "lets do this".  As I step off the exhaust smell makes me practically hack up a lung as I push my way through the crowd to the front door. We are all herded into the cafeteria, I sit with my friends and talk. I start looking around the room spotting the "groups". This passes the time well, the bell rings and I go to my locker and finally open it. Its emptiness is kind of lonely, the upbeat music they play gets annoying fast and I rush up the stairs to the dreaded locker room. The girls are all at their lockers talking excitedly, I see my friend Grace "hey!" I say. "hi" she replies. we don't talk a lot, as you can see. Just then a girl walks in, lets call this "the beginning",I'm not going to lie she was beautiful. I was instantly confused, I liked boys right? right? And then the impossible happened, she walked up to me and we talked. What did we talk about you ask? Everthing, it was amazing, like I found a rock in the middle of a raging ocean.

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