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School Sucks! Remind me again why I wanted to go? Oh right I am a idiot and wanted intertament! stupid!
All well. Its been a week and all threw out the week. Jack has became my friend. He still flirts here and there but for now we are friends. He pretty cool though. He pretty good in math and he came to this private school by scholarship. He said first day he was bullied because he was a outsider, because he wasn't rich like the others, so he fought back and became the bad boy at school and open Gay another reason why he is bullied but they leave him alone, properly because he is the tallest guy here. In other news Conner and I have been meeting up and hanging out. We talk, we laugh. I can't say I don't have a minor crush on him. He always asks for me to sing for him. He says it helps him calm down and I happily sing for him.
One more thing to mention a lot of girls at school ask me out and always normally hang around me. I know why I always turn them down though. Oh! remember that fake blood boy? well I found out his who he is. He is the first son of one of the rich family's that help with Bruce's business. His name is Micheal Rand. He is the bully of the school. I've seen him make fun of some of the kids who came to this school by scholarship. Saying he is better then them and he has more money. He tried making friends with me but I turned him down immediately. My specific words where "I don't want to be friends with a spoiled brat who thinks he's better then me and who I am really sure has very is fake blond hair", He walked away red in the face. Me and Jack laughed so hard.
But other then my social life. At home I train with Dick and study Clock Works work he gave me, with helping Alfred cook or bake now and then. Dick told me Megan can't wait for me to return and teach her more about cooking.
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Opening my eyes slowly. I look around. I'm still waiting for something bad to happen but for now. Lets live a normal life. I get up and look at the mess of a bed I have , guess I stayed up late studying to be King. Its really hard but I have to learn, everyone one back home expects me to be king I can't let them down. I roll off my bed and trudge to my private bathroom. Doing my business and brushing my teeth, I change into my uniform and left my room.
I stumbled into the dinning room and found Dick already eating breakfast. "Morning", I yawn. Dick smiles "Morning Danny",
I sit down and start eating once done Alfred drives us to school. I took a small nap in the limo. Its still difficult to fall asleep. Stupid nightmares.
We arrive and I left to find Jack. Dick following because Barbara comes later. I found him by his locker "Jack!", Jack closes his locker and smiles at me. "why hello Danny. Good to see you on this fine morning", I role my eyes "Their are no good days out there for me", He chuckles and turns to Dick "hey Richard", Jack doesn't call Dick by his nickname. "Hey Jack", These two don't get along well, I don't know why? When I told Dick how I met him he freaked out. Yes we have had the talk about us liking guys. Dick came out. So I when I told him I thought he would be happy but no he was scared and angry. I think he was jealous. But he calmed down when I said I didn't see Jack like that. Jack even said we can stay friends but Dick still doesn't seem to like him.
"I'm going to go. I want to be early for class. Bye Danny", Dick waved and left before I could answer him. "Jack why does my brother not like you?", Jack looked away from me. He looked nervous. "I don't know? Maybe he thinks I'm going to steal his big brother away from him?", HE smirked when I went pink. I will have to talk to Dick later.
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