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The next day I woke up I first didn't know where I was but that's probably every morning. I forgot where I was and where I slept but then everything came back. Roxy, I'm at her place. It was about 9 am and I had a good sleep. Standing up I dressed in some new clothes from my backpack. A blue jeans and a red pullover. Roxy was in the kitchen making breakfast and she said I should sit at the table. She got me a coffee and we ate apple banana and yoghurt together. It was tasty. We talked a little and I left short after my time in the bathroom.

I was walking down the street as I past a high school and  I wondered what it would be like to be a student in such a school. I'm 19 now with these emo clothes. Maybe the other students would mock or mobb me or they would just think it's cool because of my clothes but it is really cool. I always liked band shirts. Finally I desided to risk it and turned three years younger. My clothes still fit me and I still had my long black hair.

As I entered the high school a lot of students went through the hallways and I picked a locker to put my jacket in there. I didn't really caught attention between all these people. When it ringed I followed some students in the class and sat on a free seat. Still noone noticed me. As the teacher came in we had history and I took a spare book from behind. Not even the teacher recognised me. I was like one of them. The lesson was interesting. After that I followed the class into another room and we had art. I liked art. I painted a picture similar to the starry night by Van Gogh. It was fun.

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