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Which Direction?

I'm always moving, house to house, city to city - the thing is, what am I doing? Where am I going? Just some bored 7th grader looking for something to do with his life. It's my first day at school in Portland, Oregon "I'll come pick you up after school honey!" Says my mom as she drives off. Think happy thoughts I say to myself s I walk through the front door, and guess what - some big ass pinhead is standing right in front of me, "who's this little Biatch"  oh for Christ sake! I try not to make eye contact and walk around him - and of course he blocks me again.

Trying to get away from this bastard is not going to be easy, I think to myself, but in the corner of my eye I see a small ginger kid poking his head around a locker signalling me to follow him - shit,  should I risk getting my ass beat trying to make a run for it  or... get my ass beat. I run across the corridor to get to him, he grabs my arm and pulls me into a janitors closet and shuts the door. "W-what the fuck are you doing in a janitors closet kid!" I say shaking like a baby lamb.

"Hey, your no older than me so don't call me kid. And I'm here to hide from that rotten douchebag who almost bashed your face into a locker!" He says to me with worry in his eyes. "So what do we do now? Does he know we're in here!?" I say, "If he knew we were in here we would be dead. And now we just have to wait a few minutes till that numbskull's gone." He says looking comfortable.

About 10 minutes later we slowly walk out making sure he wasn't there, we made our way to class, "just saying, we're in the same class" he says as we walk down the corridor. "How do you know that?" I say confused, "one of the teachers announced that there wa gonna be a knew kid in our class so I knew it'd be you." He says knowingly. "How though?" I'm still wondering, "Because that dickbag you ran into earlier didn't know who you are, and he knows everyone. His name is Bruce Jones." He says, "What's your name?" I ask. "Darwin Stephenson, and you?" "My name's Sammy Davis." I say with pride.

When we get to class I'm greeted by a "happy looking" teacher who says "Well, Mr Davis... not a very good impression on your first day now is it? Now sit down both of you." I guess I'm in for a long ride...