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As i walked into the half filled class and I spotted my chair. And it's pink. How cute can I possibly be? I need to find a new seat.
The School bell rang, signifying the start of the days activities. Bodies rushed into the class for the fear of being  late for the never smiling Mr Samuel's class. I wonder if some people are just allergic to coming early to class?

And then he walked in. His clothes were out of fashion and his backpack was oversized but there was something about the way he walked. Like he had the world in his hands and there was no fear whatsoever.

He looked cute from afar and his geeky glasses just adds it all up. I don't think I've seen him before. Perhaps he was the new kid I was told will join our class. A transfer kid. I didn't mind when I was told but seeing him now woke up the curious cat in me and now I want to know what's his transferring here at the middle of the year is all about.

There was a slam on the door following with the very popular expression of Mr Samuel.

How ya all doing kiddos.  Followed by his gesture for us to reply.

We are fine thank you.  The class chorused.

We were doing just fine until Mr Samuel asked the new kid a question.  What's the difference between displacement and distance new kid?

Most of us knew the answer to that question but our teacher been who he is wants to be picky.

Do i have to answer that?  The new guy asked?

Every one turned to face him. Did no one tell him not to cross Mr. Samuel?

What's your name kiddo?? Mr. Samuel asked looking both shocked and pissed.

I'm Josh. Josh freaking Miles. He replied with a bored look.

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