Who Are You Really, When You Are so Many Different People

New Kid

My name is Alec, but I can go by many other names. I am 17, but I have been older and younger. 17 is the age I look but is not the number of years I have been on planet earth. It is deceiving how someone's look can be the opposite of who they really are. I'm surprised I even remember who I really am. I am tall and have dark brown hair and eyes. Not meaning to brag, but I have abs. this year I have decided to be me. I haven't been me for over a decade. This year I am going to go to school at a high school in California. My real name is miles, meaning survivor of the war my people had. I can't go by that, I can't trust a lot of people with my real name.

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I walk into the high school, kids are yelling and running in the hallways, teachers are too busy to stop and yell, and half the girls stop to stare at the new kid ... which is me. I don't mean to brag, but I am pretty good looking, I have been many people so I have excellent judgement. when I found my locker a tall, blond bimbo walked up. She was hot, but I go for personallity because somtimes looks can be deceiving.

"hey I'm ally, what's your name?"

"um, Alec"

"hey Alec, would you like to come to our hangout during last period, we have drugs and alcohol?'

well, she was very straight forward with that.

"ah, nah, I don't do drugs or drink"

I have tried it before, not as great as it sounds.

" well, you don't have to do any of that you can just hang with me" she said in a flirty tone

" nah, anyways last period is reading, don't want to miss it. Do you read?"

"like magazines and signs?"

"no like books"

" books?like doctor sues?

I chuckled "okay catch ya later"

she had an confused look on her face when I walked away. I was walking, memorizing my schedule, then I ran into a person, that felt like a wall. My books, binders, and papers scattered through the halls.

"watch it you little fucktard" the middle one said

there was three jocks and the middle on was stronger than the other two. They all began laughing and walked away. I rolled my eyes. I began to pick up my stuff, when a girl started to help me.

"Don't mind Luke, he's a dick." A girl with blond hair said. 

She was wearing aviators, so I couldn't see her eyes. She was skinny and normal height. I wish I could get a better glance at her face, with out the glasses. 

"thanks, I'm Alec" I put my hand out.

"Brittney, but it's easier if you call me Brit."

"I don't like to call people by their nicknames, Their real names is beautiful enough, why shorten it."

"thanks, but I don't mind."

"well, I'll see you around, oh I almost forgot, nice shades do you ever take them off."

"um, yeah, I, ah, got hit in the eye by some crazy chick, huge purple ring, maybe another day"

I could tell that she was lying

"okay, see you around" I said then walked towards the math class down the hall.