Part 1

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It's the first day at my new high school and I'm already late to first period, great.

The hallways are crowded, everyone's rushing to class and I make my way through a big group of people.

I'm holding my heavy binder with both of my arms and I bump into someone.

My papers come flying out and i quickly kneel to pick them up, the person who I bumped into also kneels down to help me.

Their hand touch mine by accident as we both grab the same piece of paper on the floor, "I-"

I look up and our eyes lock the moment we're face to face.

It feels like times stopped and we're just there kneeling, I go back into reality, "I'm sorry I-"

"No I'm sorry, I wasn't looking at where I was heading, my bad", they say.

I gulp, "It's fine, don't worry I'll pick them up myself"

At this point I'm embarrassed and I feel my face turn red, "You sure?", they ask.

"Yeah, don't worry, look there's just a few more papers on the ground I got it", I say looking down.

"Alright", they say and hand me the few papers they're holding.

I grab it and they start walking away heading to class, I sigh and put the papers in my binder.

I don't know what that was but it made me feel a certain way.

I get up and remember I saved my schedule on my lock screen and pull out my phone from my back pocket.

I read off the schedule from my phone, "Mr.Wilson first period room 40"

I walk straight ahead and turn to my left, room 40, the door is wide open and my social awkwardness starts to kick in and the fact that class has already started and I'm 6 minutes late makes me even more nervous especially after what just happened.

I'm standing right outside the opened door and take a deep breath before walking in, "you got this"

I walk in not bothering to make eye contact with any of the students in the room.

The teacher is writing on the chalk board as I look at the only empty seat which is in the center of the class room. I sit down and place my backpack on the floor beside my desk.

Mr.Wilson finishes writing what he's writing on the board and puts the piece of chalk down. He scans the classroom and I look down so he won't notice me.

Mr.Wilson stops at me. Of course, I'm not a familiar face he's seen before.

"Lauren Davison?", he says and I look up.

He smiles, "Would you like to introduce yourself while facing the front of the classroom?"

My eyes widen, I nervously chuckle and stand up. I make my way towards his desk which is where view of the whole classroom is.

"Hi", I say smiling, "My name is Lauren Davison. I have recently moved schools and houses just a few weeks ago. I'm a sophomore and it's my first day here"

The classes eyes are ALL on me and I look at Mr.Wilson waiting for him to say something, "Alright", he says, "Any questions for Mrs.Davison?"

I look for any raised hands and there's a few, I point at the girl in the white crop-top.

"Um...so like, how far away did you move away from home?", she asks twirling her hair with her finger.

"I moved not that far, just an hour away", I say answering her question.

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