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"I'm new. I'm new. I'm new......Oh god I'm new. Shit don't make eye contact you weirdo" I mumble to myself as I scramble down the halls of Westchester high for the final countdown of the last 180 days of high school. The sharp glances from the sides of the halls are demeaning. I can't tell if there friendly or deadly. I try remembering what my mom said before I left the house this morning. "Never let the anxiety get to close Ben, just breath and go with the flow OK sweetie". Her words of encouragement seem like a nearly useless shield to these eyes. "There all to close, they may be 6 feet away but there eyes are even popping my thought bubble for gods sake".
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