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3rd Block, Art
1st Day of School

I took my seat in art class near the back of the room, when I saw someone with pastel hair enter the room.

The boy from 1st. Michael.

After I wrote my name and didn't respond, he didn't say anything else to me. I guess I scared him off, since I don't talk.

Surprisingly, he took the seat next to me.

"Hi, again. So, you don't talk, huh?"

I grabbed my lilac notebook - which just so happened to match Michael's hair - out of my bag and my Sharpie pen, and wrote two simple words, Yeah, sorry.

While I wanted to say:
Ha, yeah. I know it's weird.

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