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"I love you smooch!" Your mom called "Have a nice day~" oh my Irene this was embarrassing! You put your hood up and pulled the strings, maybe if she sees she'll stop! You hoped. You walked a little closer to the doors, grabbing the handles and beginning to pull. There was one itty bitty tiny problem, they were locked. You yanked them and let's them go making you fall back, you were about to hit the ground- filthy and disgusting from last nights storm- but you felt something different, warm? Body like? You turned around and a tall man about your age with darkish skin, black hair,black eyes, and a band aid on his cheek was there. Holding you.

"Are you okay?" His voice was deep. "Your hot." He dropped you as he stepped back. "What?" "I said I'm fine." You brushed the dirt off your skirt, "and what the heck! Why'd you drop me?" He growled "Geez fine." You replied. He walked away, great now I need a new uniform! You sat down on the fountain trying to cover yourself as best you could. I girl walked by, her curly long red hair bounced as she walked, you waved but she didn't acknowledge you. Her snickered at something one of the girls around her said. This girl too had curly hair, her skin was dark and her hair darker almost making a curtain around her head, if not for the curls. The doors would be unlocked soon.

The loudspeaker rang out with a bell, the doors were opened and students spilled into the school. Of course you filled out papers-being a freshman of course! As you walked down the hallways to your homeroom you noticed a group of kids lounging around one with dark blackish brown hair, he looked like a leader of a gang or something. Note to self stay away from them! You said in your head. You approached a classroom and a kid with black hair and pale skin walked in almost in a hurry.

You walked in and went to the back of the room where the pale boy sat. "Hey! How you doing! I'm (Yn)!" He rolled his eyes. "I don't care" he said crossing his arms and sinking into his chair. "Oh!" You fiddled with your hair. "I'm sorry to bother you" you grabbed your bag and went to find a new seat. As you walked away you heard him say "Its Zane..." You turned around but he was already gone. Weird.

A small boy-shy and shaking walked in. You thought for a second before walking up to him and introducing yourself. "AHH!" His bag flew into the air as he fell over. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to scare you!" You offered your hand, "its fine!" He said as he got up, "names Travis, how a-about you?" You smiled "(Yn)"

~Time skapppp brought to you by Captain America Civil War.~

Homeroom passed quickly before you went to your next block. What do I have again? You checked your schedule. Werewolf class? No this must be a typo! I'm not a werewolf! You walked to the classroom and when you walked in you were surprised to see everyone have ears. Except that guy. The guy from this morning. You tried not to look at him or anything but it was impossible espically when he threw someone out a window. Surprising enough there was a girl with pink hair and kitty ears laying outside of the window. "Do you need help?" You offered her but she only shushed you before saying "Kawaii~Chan is in the process of shipping!~" you nodded, she was one of those girls, CLEARLY!!

Lunch wasn't as boring, more like terrifying! Two extremely hot guys sat at a table next to you, winking over and over. When school was finally over you were sweating to death. You ran outside, the rain was pouring down. At least I can say its rain not sweat, you thought. When you finally got home you went upstairs to your room and looked out the window. You had to draw them quickly because and extremely mega hot boy was lookin out his window into yours and saw you. His blond hair somehow still dry even with the rain, and you..... Well you tried! You looked in the mirror.

"Oh my Irene"

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 23, 2016 ⏰

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