I walked in the school, and over to where all of the sophomores were. It seems like every high school is the same. Jocks, cheerleaders, and so on.
The only one not in a group was a girl in the corner reading. She has blonde hair and green eyes. She has big square glasses. There was just something about her that-
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Oh man, time for home room. I shouldn't be nervous.
I walked to home room, and the teacher told me too wait by the door. I heard him talk for a little bit, then he invited me in. No one seemed to recognize me.
"Is it okay if he sits next to you, Iris?" said the teacher, motioning to the blonde girl I saw earlier.
"Whatever." she said, obviously uninterested.
I walked over to her. Iris. What kind of name is Iris? Isn't that part of your eye?
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Artsy (a Jack Johnson fanfic)
FanfictionIris is an outcast, and you know why. She likes books, art, and rock music, unlike any of the other girls in her grade. She knows that she has no chance with the new guy in her grade. Or at least that's what she thinks.
