Chapter two

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I walk out of my classroom into the the big hallways of my high school. I go to an academy that's public to everyone. To get in you just have to have good grades, no bad reports, and you have to write a stunning essay. I still don't know how half of these kids got in this school.

I walk past a lot of kids who are all too eager to say hi to me. One of them is Michelle, a really smart again girl who helped me on a science project a year ago. When we got an A+ on it, I told the whole class how amazing she was and I wouldn't have been able to do it without her. After that her popularity went up. Next thing I know she's treating me like a god. Being my best friend, or at least trying to. Everyone expected me to get irritated, but I never did. She was too nice of a girl who got hyped up with all of the popularity. Everyone says that they liked her before she came popular, but no one really says that unless they're lying.

She calls out to me "Hey Randy!" God she gave me a nickname?

I smile at her and try to keep moving towards the stairwell. I was on the third floor and I had to go down the steps.

"I heard about the party to celebrate our football teams win!" Too late, I was stuck for now. "Are you coming?minheard Daniels gonna be there! You too would be so cute together."

I almost barf, and make a run for the steps. "I'm not going to the party. My friends birthday is today so . . ." I said. I didn't like talking to people that much unless it was necessary. Which in this case it wasn't.

"Oh I understand. But you should know that if you don't go to the party Courtney is gonna sleep with Daniel to humiliate you. Such a hoe right? But I'm sure Daniel wouldn't do that with her."

"Yeah sure. Tell her I said have fun with Daniel. I have to go." I didn't mean to sound so cold to Michelle, but I did. I had a bitter heart, and it showed whenever I talked to people. Bad things had happened to me, and made me the person I was, bitter. At that time I thought the only way I could be happy is if I left America. But I didn't realize there were other ways.

"Okay I will! Have fun Randy, friends always come first!" Shocked at the fact Michelle still responded kindly after my cold response I turn back and smile and wave. Something I only do during cheerleading. Everyone in the hall way stares at my smile in disbelief. And once again Michelle looks at me like a god. Just lie that I moved her popularity status up one point. All it took was a smile, and a wave. I made my way down the stairwell, embarrassed. No one in that hallway is going to forget my smile. Not even me. I walked out of the school and put on my black skull studded beanie out of my bag, and wrap my black scarf over my shoulders and around my neck. It was early October, and it was already getting chilly. I knew it was a good idea to wear my black boots today.

Kids were strolling out of the school, runnign to their hover buses, and hover cars. Hover cars are cars that have no wheels, and hover above the ground. Also, you don't have to drive them. They drive you anywhere you want to go using gps. But it's just another way for the government to monitor where you are, and what you're doing. I knew I should have asked my papa for the car keys. But I was too lazy, and tired. So it was either walk home in the cold, or ask one of the other cheerleader for a ride. So I decided to walk home, I avoided conversations with other people at all times. My house was at least an hour and a half away, and it was only getting colder.

A black hover car pulled up next to me, and rolled down the passenger window. Daniel was in the car. He was going to flirt with me.

Ignore him. I thought. Don't look at him.

"You cold?" He called out to me.

I didn't answer. Of course I was cold! Who wouldn't be cold? I took my phone out of my pocket out of my pocket, and stuck my earbuds in my ear.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 10, 2015 ⏰

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