Tech Ed was the last class of the day. I nervously walk up to the teacher. She frightens me.
"Hello, are you Ms. Abdella?" (I think that's how she spelled it)
"Yes, are you our new student?" She seems nice, as she smiles, turning to me.
"Yeah." I say, the words 'first day' may as well have been written in bold glittery old English style letters.
"Do you know Adrien?" Of course I don't know who the FUCK Adrien is. I don't know anybody here. I'm all alone.... So I shake my head no. She calls into the classroom for whoever this Adrien guy is to raise his hand. He does, a look of 'what the actual bloody fuck did I do? I'M INNOCENT!' on his face. "Go sit between him and John."
"Thanks." I say, and walk into the classroom. His hair is at the beginning stages of flipping, and he has a horizontally striped shirt on. (I think it was a v-neck. and it was definitely pale blue and white)
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The Boy Over There
RandomHere's a short story of how I met my best friend. We don't talk so much anymore. But I love him like a brother.
