"What's it like being the 'tall girl' loser?" Denver asked, laughing. Followed by all his other snotty friends. "Shut up" I said with no emotion. I wanted to make sure they knew how much I wasn't bothered by their stupid comments. April, my friend asked, "don't you idiots have anything better to do than pick on Rosy?!" in an attempt to defend me. "Like a class to get to or something?" Jacob grabbed on to Denver's backpack and they started to walk away with pants sagging just a little and feet out in a way of 'acting cool.' Denver looked over his should for a split second after. "As much as I hate to say, we've got to get to class too." Rosy was always good at reminding people of what they were supposed to be doing. What and what not. Maybe even a little to much. "Don't pay any attention to Denver. He just wants a reaction out of you, trust me."
"I know."
She waved me goodbye and just like that she was gone. And soon, so was everyone else as the hallways started to empty themselves of the few kids that were left. So I grabbed up my history folder to head to class. Just at that moment though, a strange boy with bright white hair flew by knocking my things out of my hand. I yelled, "HEY!" but there was no answer. My papers had flown everywhere and I still had another flight of stairs to climb to the next class. I remembered something though. White hair, orange sneakers. White hair, orange sneakers....White hair, orange sneakers....
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