I sigh placing a hand on my brown hair. I was usually like this. Silent. Alone. And I've gotten used to it. It's kinda fu- whats that weird sensation I feel like someone is placing a hand on my che-"HOLY SHIT BRO! DONT DO THAT!" I semi-screamed falling of my chair to see my best bro, well only bro laugh. "daaamn I was just trying to greet you a hi"
"yeah unless your on pervy mode" I mumbled looking at the floor I was "sitting" on I stumbled back up
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I watched as bro sat back up. No, his name isn't bro that's what I just call him. He was different. No, I'm not gay I'm just saying he is different. A few acne marks appeared on his skin, as suspected from adolescents. But his eyes well they were kind of unique looking. It's kinda like a mutation in his genes I guess. His left eye is a sparkly shade of gold while his other eye is a crimson blood like red. They were even more noticeable because of his midnight hair.
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Ah, akward silence. It's so much fun you can feel it go through your skin pores. And I'm getting better with sarcasm. A high pitched ring pierced through my ears. The annoying school bell rang indicating the end of class. I trudged out of class with a dull look on my face. I don't bother to wave goodbye to Danny. I sat on the seat I usually sit on in the van. While uncle was driving and blabbering to all the people in the back my eyes caught sight of a girl well I think it is. She had black-brown hair and neon blue eyes like a star on super nova stage . Kinda remind me of Jack Frost......Who is she? Is she in my class? I have to know. I just have to.
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JugendliteraturHey! I hate being social. I know weird introduction. I'm a weird person. I am an outcast to all those people who be popular. But to me they are just plastic people who seek the crowd's attention. And I'm even more outcasted because of my.....mutatio...
