Her

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The sound of my alarm is excruciating. I get up with over a million butterflies in my stomach. I take a shower, straighten my long blonde hair which takes forever, get dressed, and get ready to leave. We live right next to the school so I skateboard there. I get to the school and there are people everywhere driving fancy cars, while I'm on my old skateboard. I'm wearing a Pink Floyd t-shirt with a denim shirt over it, jeans, and old converse that were once white but now are dark gray with holes in them. Literally almost every other girl is wearing heels and a dress , which makes me even more nervous. The principal, Mr. Hansen greets me at the door and leads me to my first class, English. I find a seat in the very back so I don't draw attention to myself. I watch all these rich kids walk in rethinking of what I thought would be an amazing school year to being a hellhole. People keep coming in the room and then one person sticks out to me. A medium sized, long brown hair, dark brown eyed, dreamy guy walked in to the room. He seemed so different from everyone else, but wasn't at the same time. I guess the only difference was he wasn't wearing sperry's and Kakis. He was wearing vans, a t-shirt, and skinny jeans. Kinda like me I guess. But then again probably just another rich kid. The bell rang for lunch, and hundreds of kids made their way towards the lunch room. I sat by self in an awkward corner with my head down. I look up and there was this gorgeous girl sitting in front of me. She had long brown hair that was straight. She was wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and vans...just like me. Everything about her was just gorgeous, so why was she sitting in front of me?

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