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Can I just say, WOAH, the last chapter was written on the 24th of January (2017).

That was so last year.

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"This is your timetable for the rest of the year, if you need anything else, please do tell me or any other members of staff" Mrs.Kindle, the headmaster of the school, sends me a kind smile. She's a forty year old woman with white, with purple streaks, hair and bright blue eyes. She's just one of those people who you instantly feel like you can trust them.

"Thank you so much!" I reply, taking the price the piece of paper from her hand and making my way out of the office.

I look at the timetable and try to find the classroom where I'm supposed to be at. I do find it quite difficult though.

This boy bumps into me, but before he walks away, I grab his hand and yank him back.

"Yo dude, please tell me where this room is"

He gives me a weird look and walks away.

"No! Please come back!" I shout running after him.

He continues to ignore me so I get really angry. I put on my really scary face, which puts Annabelle to shame, and run after him.

He lets out a girly scream as soon as I jump on his back. I feel proud of myself for a few minutes and I let out a smile.

"You weirdo, get off me"

"You smell amazing" I say, sniffing his hair. "Which shampoo do you use, lynx maybe?"

"Yeah how'd you guess?"

"I absolutely love the smell of lynx. Back at my old school, I used to wash my hair with the Lynx Shower Jell and people thought I was weird, cause apparently only boys are allowed to use Lynx. Isn't that like so sexist? Like gurl, if I want to use Lynx, I will"

"Oh my days" He groaned, hitting his head on the floor. "Please, just shut up"

I was still sitting on his back for those of you who are wandering.

I turned his face so that he could look at me.

"Are you ok?! What idiot bangs his head on the floor?!" I ask him, grabbing his head, worried that he'd injured himself.

"I promise, I will show you the way if you get off"

"Ok" and I slowly get off, not really sure if this stranger could be trusted or not.

I hear him mutter under his breath and I look at him.

"Astaghfurillah, people these days"

"OMG!" I shriek, startling him "you're Arab!"

He shakes his head and lets out a few words, which I'm guessing were bad, and takes the timetable out of my hands.

"Let me show you the way"

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When he'd taken me to the room, I genuinely thought he'd come back to invite me to have lunch with him when it's lunch time.

He didn't.

In fact, I've been looking for him all over the place and I have yet to find him. Class had ended about ten minutes ago and I still haven't seen him.

This school is tiny! How can I not find him?

He's like, my only friend.

Well I think we're friends.

Eh, who cares, I like him so whether he likes it or not, he's my new bestie!

I check my phone for any new messages, and when there aren't any, I place it back in my bag and look up.

His eyes widened when they met mine and without any second thoughts, he began running. I smirked and ran after him.

I'm coming to get you, Mr.Arab boy.

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"Mwahaha" I do my evil laugh, that usually has men running to their mums, and give him a smirk. "I got you"

"Please" He gets down on his knees, and begs me. "Please, just leave me alone"

"Sorry babe, you're like the only person that's nice here and would talk to me"

"You haven't even tried talking to anybody!"

I let out a laugh and shrug.

"Come on, let's go eat" I say and grab his hands. He immediately lets go. I hide the hurt and just carry on walking.

"I'm not allowed to touch girls"

Well that's ok then, that means he won't touch any other girl! Yay!

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Lol sorry for the long (#one year) wait!!!

Anyway I'm gonna try and update frequently.

Bye peeps!