How Much Would That Hurt

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The Building was tall, it made me frightened. The building was brick red, with many steps to get to the door. I took my ear buds out and ran up the steps, staring at the door all the new kids stayed in one bunch, "ignorant", I chuckled. Being here was kind of ignorant anyways, it was a big school for such a small town. John came behind me, "it's a beautiful door isn't it.", we both laughed. We walked in, it seemed like everyday there were new kids, or at least that's what John said, so I wasn't that much of an outcast, except the fact I was new, a "dork", and was hanging out with a total jock. That was about to change, these two girls came up to him saying in a fashion that seemed to leave me out of the conversation. "Hey John, what are you doing with her.", one of the girls spoke.

     "Just leave it alone Stacie, she's not bothering you, we're just on our way to class."

      "Yeah, but she's new, and she's a "skater" girl." (I think she meant to put emphasis on the word skater)

      "So what, that's cool. If you stepped foot on a board, you would be shredded to pieces."

She walked away, nudged me in the arm saying, "slut." John looked at me, "That isn't normal for you is it?"

     "You would be surprised."   We Ignored it for a while and then I told him I didn't want him around.

 All I want is for him to leave me alone. I didn't mean it in a bad way, but I never planned on being his friend, let alone his significant other. I wasn't ready to be around a jock, I wanted to be left alone. I ran away from him, and ran to class, as soon as I reached the door, the bell rang. The teacher, Mrs. Lovett smiled at me and I rolled my eyes sitting down in the back. Everyone stared. They didn't know what to think, neither did I. Then she scanned the room seeing one empty seat. It was next to me. She spoke, "who are we missing?" Everyone except for me quickly replied, "John Acres" I turned pale, we were in the same grade, even the same class. That was for writing anyways. Then he ran into the door, scanned the room and smiled at me, "Here, and ready to write."

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