"Ugh, what kind of loser would have the odacity to get in my way?!" "Oh, so how is it my fault? Why would you even walk near a "loser" like me then?" I spat back at him. He then stares at me, stunned that I would even talk back to him, since he's one of the almighty of the high school, popular people. He sends a death glare at me, and then snaps out, "You will regret what you've said to me you little pr*ck."
He walks away, with his friends asking what happened, when they clearly saw what had happened. I start walking to the courtyard, since class doesn't start for about another 10 minutes. I sit down and start waiting for the first bell to go off, indicating to start going to your classes, or lockers if you haven't done so yet.
RIIIIING
I get up from my seat, and start walking to art class. I get there first, as always, I walk inside and look at the To Do board. Mrs. Draci has wrote down partners for the month. As I scan the board, I spot my name next to a guy named....Caleb?
"Mrs. Draci, um so... Who's Caleb?"
"Oh~ that's a new student. He just arrived last week, but we're starting him today!"
"Oh...great, I gotta guide someone," I mutter quietly.
"What was that?"
"Oh nothing Mrs."
"Oh, and they put all your classes the same as yours so you can guide him. And you know that empty locker next to yours? That's his just so you know."
I walk frustratingly to my desk now with a chair next to it. As I wait for my partner, people stream in. Then this guy, came inside, with his schedule in hand. He walked up to Mrs. Draci, and asked her something I couldn't hear. She then pointed at me, and then this guy, probably Caleb, and then he started to walk towards me, with this giddy face on, like we're gonna be best friends.
•••
"So, how was your day," he questioned me.
F*ck my life, I thought to myself.
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