Chapter 8
•••the next day•••
•••school day•••
Carter's POV
I'm scared. I'm really scared. I've seen so many movies how the kid gets beat up at school. I'm freaking out.
"You okay Carter", Matt asked.
"Were you ever this scared to go to school", I asked.
"Yeah", he said.
"Really I thought you would say no. Why were you scared", I said.
"These kids said that they were gonna beat me up and shove in a locker for a day. So that day when dad dropped me off, since I was only 15 I couldn't drive. So I went for a walk all day. When it was around time for school to get out I came back and wait for dad to come and get me", he said.
"Awe Matt", I said hugging him.
"What's going in your head", he asked.
"I'm scared that no one will like me, or people will like me so much it will be to crazy for me to handle", I said.
"I know that at least one person will like because its me and I kinda have to like you", he said smiling.
"Ha ha ha, that's so funny", I said getting up and going to get ready again.
Went into my room. I finally unpacked after we got home from Olive Garden. I went to my closet and grabbed a white and purple sweater. Then walked over to my dresser and grabbed purple jeans. Grabbed the beanie off the top of the dresser then walked down stairs.
"You ready", Matt asked.
"Yeah, where's father", I asked.
"He left earlier, he gets home at 11:00. So we probably won't see him for awhile", Matt said.
"So your saying that he only comes home on special actuations", I asked.
"Yup", he said.
"I'm sorry Matt", I said.
"You would be able to do anything about it", Matt said.
"I think Matty poo needs a hug", I said opening my arms and going over to him.
"I think Carter poo doesn't need to hug Matty poo", he said.
"Fine then, lets go. I don't want to be late", I said and grabbed my bag and walked outside.
We got in and I turned up the radio because I hat being in a car with the music down. It just annoys me.
The song 'Latch' by Sam Smith. We both just started rocking out. It was funny.
We made it to school finally. We walked in together then Matt took me to the office to get my locker number.
"Hello may I help you", the lady at the desk asked.
"Yeah um can you give me my locker number please", I said.
"Yes, name please", she said.
"Carter Espinosa", I said.
"Here you go, have a wonderful day", she said as we walked out of the office.
"I'm guess your schedule will be in your locker", Matt said.
"Okay, I think I got it from here", I said.
"Okay see you at lunch", he said walking away to his first class.
I had to look at what number locker I was looking for. Locker number 174. I'm right in front of 169. I walked down the hallway some. Yup there it is 174.

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