Fuckin Bullshit

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I was late. The very first day of me attending my new high school in downtown Manhattan, New York. I mean, obviously I was late, I woke up at like 6 and still had to pick out my clothes and shit. But whatever, so I entered chemistry and saw my new teacher his name was Mr.Dickson, and I recognized my friend, Paula wearing her perfect flannel and cap and jeans. I walked in awkwardly with my penny board in my hand because I hadn't gotten the chance to go to my locker. I took a seat at the back left hand part of the class, the only seat left, you could hear the annoying squeak that my shoes made on the floor. I dumped my book bag on the floor and could feel the awkward silence that was hitting everyone in the classroom. It had looked as if the class had already done the stupid meet and greet shit that every teacher does in order for people to get to know each other. Apparently I was the only one left to introduce myself, "What's your favorite food?" "Pizza" "What's your favorite artist? "Kanye." "What's your favorite store?" "Costco, because food is life."

I could hear giggles from the class and someone whispering back "Agreed!" And then a soft huff from this not bad looking guy, looking like he was annoyed, but I didn't mind it, I later learned his name was
Nathan Torres.
That's was the day I realized everything was about to change. The very first