I walked into my new school. The faded red bricks that made up the school signaled that it was old. I stared at my schedule. History...great. Note my sarcasm.
After wandering the halls for about 7 minutes, I finally made it to the correct room. I opened the door to a (surprisingly) young history teacher. He had sandy blonde hair and twinkling sea green eyes.
"Ah! You must be Carter. Come, introduce yourself." he beckoned me towards the front of his desk.
I sluggishly walked towards the head of the classroom surveying the class for familiar faces. None. Good. I automatically start saying my introduction that I memorized last night, "I'm Carter Smith, I used to live in Florida and I currently now live here in California. I like singing and painting is one of my many favorite hobbies. I'm so excited to be here!"
The teacher (still don't know his name) seemed pleased at my response "Well Carter, we only have one seat available at the back of the class next to Alex. Alex raise your hand."
I looked to the back to see a guy with jet black hair ocean blue eyes and pearly white teeth raising his hand.
He looked...dangerous to my well being. I mean who smiles at the new kid? I snapped out of my trance and shuffled to the back of the class.
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The Runaway
Teen FictionLizzy has a huge secret. A secret that could kill her. A secret that makes her run away. Cities, towns, countries fly past her without a name. She blends in, hiding from THEM. The government, police, CIA, and even the president himself. Liz runs (ag...
