**I wrote this as a bases of when I started writing, how poorly I wrote, so read at your own risk. I don't need people telling me it's bad, because I already know it is.**
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Chapters: 23
⚠️ WARNING: THIS BOOK USES STRONG LANGUAGE AND CONTAIN...
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"What the hell happened to our uniforms?" Someone screamed.
I snapped my head from my phone to the source and heard it crack.
Brian, of course, I thought sourly. "What happened to our uniforms?" I asked him.
"They're fucking green!"
"That looks like shit," Ryan mumbled, shaking his head in anger.
I made my way to where they were and felt like someone slapped me, There can only be one person who did this; Hayden fucking Knight.
"How the hell did he get the uniforms," I said while running my hands through my hair, "We need to show him he's messed with the wrong people."
Ryan laughed bitterly, "How do you think you're gonna do that? We ain't in France Aris."
"He has a sister, right? The one from the cafe."
"We don't actually know if she's really his sister, she could be anyone with the same last name who looks really similar to Hayden." Brian pointed out.
"Basically, she is, but just to be sure, we'll see in school," Ryan added.
"We gotta get to school, just get the extra uniforms and use them," I sighed, rubbing my temples in frustration.
I will make your life a living hell Hayden Knight, you just wait and watch.
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(School 1st period)
Music was the one class that wasn't divided into the Reds and Blues, and because of that, everyone was extremely nervous, even though it was halfway through the first semester. Mrs. Barton was a nice teacher, one of the most chill teacher. She taught dance and music, hosted the proms and talent shows; stuff like that.
A series of footsteps outside our door pulled me out of my thoughts.
It can't be a student unless they're new, I thought, Mrs. Barton's class was one of the only classes that students actually came on time.
