Chapter 1; Pilot

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I sit oddly in my chair.

I'm half dosing off, because I've been studying all night.
Christ.
I stuff that last sausage down my throat. You can't blame me. I've been up all night doing that fucking project.

I sigh. Can't skip school today. The teacher is a major douche, and I still have something I've been up all night studying, and I ain't giving that up.

I realize, I have a basic life. Wow. Except, like, the friends, but I have no idea what that feels like. actual friends.

Great. Zoning off, again.

I walk outside to take a breath. The bearingly cold air, hit me like a wave, and makes me cringe dramatically.

I get on my bike, and cycle off into the distance. Seems cheesy, I think to myself.

I arrive after almost crashing a solid 3 times. Damn, wind.

I park it swiftly.

Right beside a pretty badass lookin' motorcycle.

I only see that every other day, the details are pretty rough.

I discontinue my staring at this bike, and I enter the high school.
I get handed a list as I walk through the door. Ah, a class schedule. That should help. I walk towards the first class, History. I sit in a decent seat, but on my left, I see, a boy.

Not regular.

He has black, shoulder length hair, a plain black shirt, black jeans, converse, and a jacket. All black. From what I could see, he was really pale.

He had a pencil, and a piece of paper. I couldn't quite see what was on the paper, but I saw some black and red.

Hm.

AYY ITS ME THE AUTHOR but anyways, comment what you think about the story so far! I would be glad to change it a bit, like, grammar,

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Sorry this was short! I would love to have any feedback. Bye!

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