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The metal door handles were cool from the morning darkness as I made my way into the hell that is known as Item High School. The harsh fluorescent lights made me squint for a moment, before my eyes adjusted. First day of Sophomore year, I had gotten my schedule and other things on the "welcome back" day, about a week ago. I grabbed the piece of paper to find which locker was mine.
"Number 164.." I muttered to myself, and I looked up, seeing the large crowd of students. I felt a shiver roll down my spine as I weaved through the crowd, getting shady looks and whispers from the students.
"What a freak."
"Remember what he did to everyone?"
"He bullied my friend in middle school.."
...
Why does my past follow me like this...
I showed no emotion as I walked past, and I went into the English wing, finding my locker rather quickly. I muttered the combination to myself as I unlocked it, swinging open the rusty, green door. I set my backpack down, unzipping it and grabbing the two textbooks I had, one for Chemistry and one for History. I put them on the top shelf of the locker, and then shut it.
"Hi!" I hear a voice, looking up. I see a girl with long, brown hair with a golden-yellow streak running down the side.
"You're speaking to me?" I mutter, causing her to raise an eyebrow, and I quickly continue, "H-hello."
"My name is Suitcase, and-uh-I'm new here," she looked down at a piece of paper in her hand, "I-I'm trying to find my seminar class, do you know where room 213 is?"
I look at the schedule, "Oh, you have the same seminar as me."
"Oh really? We can just go together then, I guess." She smiled, "What's your name, by the way?"
"I'm Balloon."
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+BURST+ (Inanimate Insanity) (REWRITE)
FanficItem High School. Population; too many. For some kids, it's also known as Hell, but things begin to change when someone new enrolls. The new face gets caught in the crossfire between an outcast, a bully, and a bystander, and lines must be drawn in t...
