SHE'S A HIPSTER

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I had a choice to leave you, but here I am again, begging you to stay.

PANIC! AT THE DISCO- HOUSE OF MEMORIES

Black-shit Academy. The last choice I have.

You thought to yourself as you walked to the dorms, there was a variation of people around the field, from queen bees to weird loners. From douches of jocks to science losers. You went in the dorms, having no problem of carrying your 3 luggages, it was just a trolley, a backpack and a slingbag.

You got in your room and just threw your bags to a side and got out your laptop. It was the only thing that ever comforted you, except photography and art of course.

You played around with your laptop for a bit and soon got bored and decided to go out to get some air. You tied your (h/l) (h/c) back and started walking out, but then a girl with short brown hair approached you.

"Hey, you're new here too?"

She asked you, you unsurely nod

"Cool, I'm Max Caulfield. You are?"

"(Y/n) (L/n), nice to meet you, Max. I was heading out to get my sched, you got yours?"

"Nope, let's go together."

You two head out and chatted about random things, you soon knew Max was into photography as well and that she was originally from Arcadia Bay.

"So, what got you into old lil' Arcadia Bay?"

Max asked as you both got near the school building.

"Eh, it's the only art school that didn't expell me, yet."

Max looked at you in shock, you smiled weakly at her and shrugged. The same old reaction you get once you tell a person you get expelled.

"What? Why? You're such a nice person why did you get expelled?"

Max asked, confused was written all over her face.

"I get into a heap of trouble whenever I'm getting settled in. Like I would hurt someone to the point they're almost dead, or I would ruin someone's reputation. The thing is, they would've let me pass off with a warning but I have no remorse for anything I do."

You explain as you enter the building. You looked around and smiled at the surroundings, it reminded you of your previous school, Inkshift Academy. It was pretty good.

"Huh.. Wow, I never thought.."

"It's okay, it happens~"

You smiled at Max, reassuring her that you were fine with it. You two soon got into the principal's office and got your schedules. You noticed most of you had the same classes.

Both of you headed to photography class, which had the teacher named Mark Jefferson. You snorted as you thought of the name, it reminded you of your best friend back in Inkshift Academy, Mark Joshua. He was a douche-y hipster and was a photographer too. The odds of them being the same, though.

Once two got inside, you sat somewhere at the back, Max took a seat behind you, they were just tables and you found them kinda weird. It was different at your previous school. But you had to stop thinking of that, you might actually regret getting expelled if you do.