Speaking without words

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It's a dangerous world we live in today. Blood, murder,  spine tickling screams are all just around the corner. One day you might be a high school student attending there Freshman year, the next, your dead, with your parents crying over your gravestone. Dark? Maybe. Mysterious? Definitely.

Thats why when I started at Chevron High, I wanted to keep a low profile. I was going to keep hoody up and my sunglasses up until this was all over. Thanks dad for constantly transferring all over the country.

As I  arrived at Chevron High, rolling up with a shiny black Tesla, I could tell that I wasn't going to fit in. I had something that all these other kids didn't have. Money. Wow. The students eyes of Chevron High, glued to me. I could feel the heat on the back of my neck. I put my "shades" on and went in full introvert mode. It was the classic high school. Gangs, Cliques, Nerds, Band members, Theatre kids, wannabes, Gangsters. They were going to eat me alive.

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