Chapter Øne: The Guy

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Jøsh's Perspective
Bump,bump, bump bump, bump bump.
I feel so tense and so sweaty as I am running towards my first period.
Great. My first day and fricking late. This shit never gets any better... I take the stairs to the second floor and take a turn and walk to my class, room 174. Reading. I take a breath and gulp down my nerves. God damn... I will never be late again... I try to knock as my lungs scream for air
As I do, the door opens. I look up to see who it was,a guy, just a few inches taller than me with brown eyes, brown hair and wore a black hoodie on. He and I had caught each other's eyes long enough that he whispered, "Excuse me..." I startled at his voice and moved out of his way. He walked down the hall as I entered the room to the teacher looking at my direction.
" Ah! A new sight we shall be seeing this year. Come, come! Tell us your name."

God, talk about gay. This guy is a total British. I shove the thought aside and walk forward to- "My name is Mr. Nore." Right. I looked to the class and spoke in a quiet voice as I announced who I was. "M-my name is Joshua Dun." I heard sudden laughs and snickers. I bet it was because of my last name. It's always my last name."Now quiet down, Joshua you can sit on that empty chair behind the one-" Mr.Nore got caught off by the same guy on the door as he opened the door suddenly. "The one behind Tyler," the teacher said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. The guy, Tyler, walked past me and headed to the chair in front of my assigned desk. As I followed him, a jock looking guy moved his leg in front of Tyler. He tripped and fell down as the jock coughed out, "Watch it, faggot." Judging by the high fives and smiles, his buddies were satisfied by his job. I quickly turned around to see if the teacher saw, but he was busy writing on the board. I looked back to see Tyler got up quickly and sat down before I could had offered him my hand. I frowned as i took a seat on my desk and sighed. Why the hell would these bitches hurt this poor dude? Hoes. They never change... As soon as I finish my thought, I hear sniffles and see Tyler, who is covered by his arms that reduce his small cries.

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