Zoey

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This is all new, a new town, new school, I'm all alone. I have no idea what to do. I don't know these people. I have no friends here. As I walk into my first class everyone stared as I walked in. The teacher Mrs. Potter looked at with with a heartwarming smile. "Hello you must be Zoey." "Hi I am are you Mrs. Potter?" I asked. "I am welcoming to Forts Smith High Zoey. . . You may take a seat next to Cody over in the corner." "Okay thank you." Thank goodness she didn't ask me where I was from and stuff like that I didn't want to have to explain myself in front of all these people.
"Hey I am Cody you the new girl aren't you?" "Yeah. . . I am Zoey." "Well Zoey I can show you around if you want." "Umm sure why not." " okay well Zoey what is your schedule maybe I can help you get to your classes." "Umm here it is" why is he doing this he doesn't know me but he is helping me maybe he is just being nice I don't know but he is cute. His dark brown hair that looking almost black. . .his dark brown eyes. I couldn't help but stare for a minute before he looked up at me and saw me starting. "Well Zoey I have most of these classes with you maybe we can hang out sometime." "Umm sure why not." Cody friend William came over. . ."hey sweet thing what is your name?" "I am Zoey and please don't call me sweet thing." "I am William and okay sorry." "Where are you from?" Damn it I knew someone was gonna start asking these questions. "I am from London." "Wow that is a long way from here why you move here?" Umm my mother job made us move over here." Why do people like asking these questions. Like omfg I hate having to go to a new school cause this stuff happens. "Dang girly do you like it over here in Florida?" "I guess I mean it is a lot different from my home but I will get use to it." "So Zoey do you have a boyfriend over in London?" Did this guy really ask me that bloody hell. "I did but we broke up because of my move." "Dang that sad to here" "WILLIAM! sit down and do your work you can chat with Zoey later.

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