Fresh start

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I walk down these halls with courage and passion.

I have on a black t-shirt, jeans and a leather jacket. My combat boots say a lot about me with their spikes. While my loose hair shows I'm a free spirit.

Pretty good for your first day at a new school, huh?

Anyway I'm heading to the main office. Straight into the principals office. I enter and he turns to face me.

"I know you've had a hard time, but now you'll get a fresh start. I've seen your grades before all this happened. I expect great things from you."

With that he hands me a slip of paper. My new schedule.

I grin evilly.

"Yes sir." I reply

I step out into the hallway and breathe in the new fresh air.

My name? Casey. My grade? Seventh. My school? Well now it's Lincoln middle school.

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