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One the seventh of January 2013 my life changed forever. It was my first day at Sharpsburg High. I know you're probably asking yourself 'In the middle of January?' , yeah well, I'd gotten kicked out of my last school for punching a guy who made fun of my brother. You see, my brother was gay and we went to the same boarding school and the guy, his name was Ryan, had gotten a dorm with Dylan (my brother) and had made a big deal about how he "didn't want to room with a fag" so I punched him. I was headed to my first hour class which was World History. I loved history, I was an absolute fanatic. Even though it was hard to retain all that information. Sorry ADHD brain taking over. I was on my way to class when I bumped into someone. He was skinny and had crutches and seemed a little bit skittish. His eyes flitted to and fro and he said,

"Oh my gosh I'm sooo sorry I should've been watching where I was going I didn't -"

"Whoa there buddy, it's okay I wasn't paying attention. I'm Sara but usually my friends call me Ringo."

"Ringo?" he asked a, little confused.

"Yeah, that's my favorite member of the Beatles."

"Oh okay well I'm Jimmi."

"Well I'll be calling you Hendrix then."

"Why?"

"Oh I've got so much to teach you." I said with a laugh and walked to class.

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