Chp. 2

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I attend Wingston High School where everybody want to be like everybody basically. Getting out of my car I headed to the office to get my schedule since my mom didn't get it during summer.
"Hello Ms.Grace may I have my schedule please." I asked.
Unlike most people and teachers at this school Ms.Grace is my favorite. Anytime I need her she is right there.
"I got it right here waiting for you sweetie." She said.
Going to my locker I spot the school thot already getting down in the janitors closet. I mean come on now, we just got back to school do you not have enough respect for yourself as a matter of fact, your mouth. Anyways I continued my journey on my way to my locker so I can get ready for what the day is going to bring.
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3 hrs later
It is now lunch time and every year I sit in the same place by MYSELF because as I said before these people aren't to be trusted.
"Hey excuse me I'm new here and I really don't talk to nobody." she said.
"Umm sure you can sit here". I pointed to the seat beside me.
"If you don't mind me asking what's you name".
"My name is Paris Elizabeth, yours?"
"My name is Alena Monroe, nice to meet you." we shook hands and begin to talk about everything.
Paris is on the plus size side just like me. To be honest we could go for sisters. She told me about why she left her old school and some things about her family. After school me and Paris exchanged numbers and went our separate ways.

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