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"Ugh, finally. I wish the school wasn't thirty minutes away." Kirstie said as she put her car in park, shutting it off after. Mitch chuckled.
"Me t-too." He said as he unbuckled his seat, having a bit of trouble due to the nervous shake in his hands. Kirstie noticed, and with a sigh, pressed down on the button which pulled the seatbelt back.
"Thanks." He said. Kirstie gave him a small smile.
"Don't worry. Don't be nervous, think about how exciting a first day is! New clubs, new people...new boys." She mumbled. Mitch rolled his eyes. She giggled as she opened up her door, Mitch following her action.
"Okay so we have history first, correct?" She asked as she ran over to the side of the car Mitch was at, pulling her brown long strapped bag with a floral pattern on her shoulder.
"I t-t-think." He said, looking in front of him and staring down the large school. Kirstie sighed happily as she began walking.
"Oh g-g-goshhhh..." Mitch mumbled nervously. Kirstie frowned, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
"Don't worry. I'll be here the entire day."
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"Mary Gregilson?" The teacher called "here!" Came the blonde girls reply. Mitch took a deep breath as he clenched onto his water bottle, his knuckles turning white. "Mitch Grassi?" The teacher called.
"He-ere." Mitch spoke, sighing in relief when nobody questioned him. Although, he'd been going to school with these people for years so he doesn't know why he expects them to suddenly mock his stutter; then again, this is highschool.
The class eventually ended and everybody left, although Mitch dropped his backpack, causing a few items to spill out. Once he got them back inside, he walked out of the door and ran into somebody.
"I-I-i'mm so s-sorry!" He said apologetically to a tall blond who looked just as stressed as Mitch.
"S-sorry! I was-wasn't look-looking!" The blond said quickly. Mitch instantly thought he was making fun of him, but realized quickly after that his words seems sincere and he didn't seem like he was using a mocking or insulting tone.
"S-sorry." Mitch said again before moving to the side and walking toward his locker in a quick motion.
The blond just walked into the classroom, sighing in relief that the interaction was over.
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"I'm actually starved. I freaking love pizza." Kirstie commented as her and Mitch said down with their pizza, straying away from the crowded areas in the cafeteria since it was too noisy and it made Mitch nervous. And when Mitch was nervous, he couldn't speak at all.
"O-oh my g-gosh, I-I-I ran int-into a k-kid today and i think-k he has a st-st-stutter too! That or he's n-nervous." Mitch told Kirstie.
Kirstie smiled. "That's so cool! What did he look like? I wanna go find him and see if you're correct." Mitch scoffed with a smile.
"That's k-kind-kinda c-creepy, k-Kirstie."
Kirstie giggled but still asked for his appearance description. Once he hesitantly gave her his looks, she stood up, leaving Mitch sitting alone, and darted off to find this boy.
Mitch shook his head with a quiet giggle at his best friend who truly does anything to make him happy. Which he does to her in return.
Mitch ate, minding his own business as others talked so freaking loudly.
"Exc-cuse me?" Mitch looked up and met the eyes of the boy he ran into, whom Kirstie was searching for.
"Y-Yeah?" He asked, Scott struggles with his words, such as Mitch does, before he spoke.
"C-can I s-sit? I-I d-don't k-know lit-terally anybody." Mitch smiled and nodded.
It was obvious now that he had a stutter, and for some weird reason it made Mitch...happy? Is that too weird? Nobody else at this school understands what it's like to be facing your worst fear everytime you speak. Or for people to get impatient when you're telling them a story. And the list just continues and continues...
"I'm Scott, by t-the way." Scott smiled at himself for not stuttering on his name. Mitch smiled back.
"M-M-Mitch." He said, holding out his hand for Scott to shake.
Scott felt somewhat comforted that there was another person at this school with a stutter. Maybe he wouldn't get picked on like he does at other social events.
Mitch defiantly thought they were gonna be good friends.
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Part two?
