Back to school. One word. Nope.
I walked into my homeroom and looked around at the students. Already hated them. I sat down in a desk as a boy ran in and sat down in the desk next to me. Out of all the desks why this one? He had blonde hair and brown eyes. I kept looking at him and finally looked away. He must of noticed me because the next thing I knew was him tapping my shoulder.
"Hey I could move if you wanted me to."
"No... it's fine,"
"Cool. The names Sam by the way." he reached his hand out to shake and I kindly accepted.
"Im Onyx." I said calmly as the bell rang and the rest of the class rushed in and took their seats. The teacher walked in and started talking about that we only go to the homeroom on the first and last day of school, and how we need to make new friends, shit like that.
Back to school. Two Words. Not ready.
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Teenage Life of Us
Ficção AdolescenteThe teenage life of a gay, bisexual, transgender, gamer, and a cutter. What could go wrong?