Real Friends

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"SCHOOL!" The teenage boy screamed as he ran down the fall leave covered side walk, his red and white vans where the only sound other than the forest leaves trembling together. His dark brownish-red hair flew behind his head as he dashed to his high school.

His hair was straight and went down to his shoulders and his earlobes where stretched to about a 12g. H e was wearing a black Nirvana tee shirt and brown baggy jeans, along with a plaid white, red and grey button up jacket

He was only a freshman here, and also his first time going to school. His whole life he was home-schooled by his mother, along with his seven other siblings.

He arrived at his high school and walked up the front steps into the school. The doors were wide open, leaving a welcoming presence to all students attending.

He found his locker. It was a pale pumpkin- orange locker, number 182.

"Hm."

He pulled his green backpack off his shoulder and pulled out a black sharpie. He wrote down "blink" over the locker numbers, and half- smiled.

"Blink 182." He thought to himself. One of his favourite bands.

He opened his locker and hung his backpack in it, and grabbed his books, then closed the locker.

He looked around the halls.

So many people.