Three

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I came back from the mall with three bags of clothing. My mother had always bought my clothing, it was time for a change.

The next day I left the house wearing a pair of soccer shorts and a Leeds United shirt I had found deep in my drawers. I had never worn it.  My feet were adorned with a pair of brand new Adidas trainers.

As I came downstairs my mum raised her eyebrow.

"Simon?"

"You bought all of this yesterday?"

I slipped a sweatshirt on, "not the shirt."

She made a small laugh and kissed my forehead, "keep making Miss Smith happy, ok?"

I smiled soberly, "of course, mum."

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I strode into English class proudly. It was a feeling I had never felt before. Heads turned. People whispered. Harry made a loud noise.

"Minter, right?" He called across the room.

For a second, I panicked. These boys had barely noticed me. They wanted to talk to me now? Instead, I nodded coolly.

"Yeah, what."

I was satisfied with my response.

"Are you trying out for the football team? JJ here told us you had some smooth moves," he said jokingly.

I didn't want them to sit there and mock me.

"Actually, Harry, I am."

Harry looked honestly surprised. He coughed, "well good luck then, Minter, I expect great things from you."

BAHAH oops another short chapter. I could've... just.... put them together, ya know?

Just pretend I did that, okay?


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