The New-Kid Tag
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Last published Fri, May 29, 2020
Meet Nylah, she's not shy but mostly keeps to herself. Doesn't have many friends of her own so she hangs out with her childhood friend, Paris and her friends.
Her excuse, once she's not the new kid in Woodside High then she'd be sociable. Only, she has been using that tag for over a year to avoid making another set of friends.
When Griffin Erling transferred to Woodside High, the 'new-kid' tag transferred to him. She has now no other choice but to change the things that keep her to herself by the next summer.
Things like:
•trying not to stutter when she's nervous •trying not to think out loud
•and trying to make friends starting with, the new kid.
[Previously known as 'Blocked:adore or annoy']
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