This a Zarry Stylik story. There are two new kids at school all of the students want to know more about them. Little do they know the new kids are the same person...
I wake up the next day and stretch, my back cracking because of the sudden movement. I am starting a new school today and I want to look nice, I look nice most of the time but today is important. I need to make a good impression. I pat the side of my nightstand trying to find my glasses, I find them and put them on my face finally able to see clearly. I stand and make my way to my closet taking out a white button up, a checkered brown vest, and khaki pants. Brushing my hair to the side I look in the mirror and smile at my reflection.
"Honey, are you up?"
The door creaks open and my mom's smiling face appears in the doorway.
"Yeah, I'll be right down."
I grab my backpack from the side of my bed and swing in over my shoulder racing down the stairs. I grab an apple off of the counter and open the bottle of pills taking one out and drinking water with it.
I kiss my mom on the cheek, "Bye mom!"
"Bye honey have a good day."
I walk out of the door and take my keys out of my pocket unlocking my Fiat 500 Pop. It is a small pastel blue car and I just got it this year for my birthday.
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I put the address of the school into my phone and when I get there I want to hide, different cliques and groups of people are looking into my car and trying to figure out who I am. I finally find a parking spot and I get out with my backpack slung over my shoulder. I get a few awkward stares but I keep walking confidently until I get to the door. The first thing I see is two boys beating up another. He has big glasses like me and he is dressed up pretty formally for school. His books are all over the floor and everyone just keeps walking.
"Hey, leave him alone."
The bullies turn to me, "What'd you say? I can't hear ya!"
"I said leave him alone! Better?" I put my hand on my hip sassily.
"Louis, we should go." The taller one avoids eye contact.
"Liam, you can. I want to talk to him." Louis doesn't break eye contact as he looks me up and down.
Liam shrugs and grabs his backpack off the ground walking away. I look down at the boy who is now on the ground collecting his scattered books.
"Thanks.."
"Har-Marcel," I facepalm when I almost say, Harry.
He looks at me confused but then gives me a smile, "Thanks, mate."
He shakes my hand and walks away, Louis walks over and smiles.
"That was pretty nice of you, why'd you do it? You don't even know him."
I shrug, "I did it because it was the right thing to do. You don't need to know someone to help them."
Louis looks deep in thought, "You're right."
"Just think about it."
I start walking away but Louis grabs my hand pulling me back, "wait, we should chill sometime."
