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Louis
As usual I'd woken up before my alarm and, was dressed and ready to go before my mother had even had a cuppa. I was happy this morning and had put effort in to my outfit. I decided to wear a black tee with black ripped jeans, rainbow suspenders, and white vans. I had just bought the suspenders and felt confident in them.
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I arrived at school 20 minutes before first bell rang, which allowed me time to sit in class and study for my pre-calculus class. Unfortunately the bitch who looks like a knock off Elsa-both icy bitches-was in front of the door to first period.

"The pride parade was last month Louisa." She smirks as she snaps the suspender on my left shoulder.

I have nothing to say to her, so I wait until she takes the hint and moves out of my way. I check my phone to see that she has taken a good five minutes of my study time, she really makes me pissed. I open the door to see my first period teacher Mr. Harris, sitting at his desk playing with his phone.

"Mornin' Lou." Mr. Harris mutters still engaged in his phone.

"Good morning." I chirp taking my seat,lifting the oh-so heavy pre calculus text book from my bag and slamming it on the desk.
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I get a good ten minutes of studying in before people start to shuffle into the room.
I look around seeing if he'll walk in with her, but as usual she walks in with all of her clones-brainwashed puppies- behind her. I should know better by now, since he transferred here he's never shown up to the first periods of the day. I also know that he is in every class with me except math because he's ahead in math.
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Class went by in a blur, and I managed to make it through with out an issues with Reina and her rat pack. I was currently sat in my second period class-English with Mrs. Olsen-which is my favorite of the day. I was especially excited because today was the day I received my pen pal, finally someone who wouldn't judge me about being gay from the get-go.

Before we got to the drawing of emails, we had to read the ending of "The Handmaid's Tale" and write our analysis of the book overall.  I was actually excited, I took out the book and read the last page over again and started my analysis.
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When the timer went off, I was finished and had already handed in my analysis. The last twenty minutes were spent with the anonymous drawing of the emails.  Considering that my last name-Tomlinson-is at the middle/end of the alphabet I drew considerably close to the end of class. The paper that I unfolded held a quite beautiful and thoughtful email, Sweetcreature@gmail.com.

Just as I was folding the paper back up, he the Harry Styles walked through the door. As usual Mrs. Olsen was very harsh towards him and didn't offer any warmth what-so-ever,

Harry didn't seem to care.
I did however notice his demeanor change when he unfolded his paper and read the name, I wonder who it was. I most likely will never know who the lucky person is, and that is something I have no choice but to accept.

Sighing, I pick my binders up only to have them smacked out of my grasp. I look up already expecting the blonde bitch in front of me.

Much to my surprise Harry was soon by my side, picking up my binders.

"Y-you really don't h-have to help me Harry." I stuttered his emerald eyes-my favorite thing about him-meeting mine.

Once everything is in my backpack he answers me, and when he does butterflies erupt in my stomach.

"I helped because I wanted to, just because Reina and I are dating-not for long hopefully- doesn't mean I'm like her." He says lowly squeezing my shoulder and walking out of the room into the hallway.