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  I feel myself being gently shaken as I awake. I look over my shoulder to see my mom standing by my bed. She gives me a warm smile. "It's 6 sweetie, you need to get up," I nod to her and wait for her to leave. Once she dose I get up and get dressed.

  I stumble to my closet and grab a white, blank, pull over. I throw on some black jeans, and to finish the look I put on one red van the other blue. I walk across my hall to the bathroom to do my hair and brush my teeth.

   I quickly go to grab my bag from my room then leave my house. I sling both straps over my arm and pat my pokets. I have everything I need, so I walk in the direction of my school.

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  When I make it to the front of my high school I'm greeted by no one. Sure I have friends. I just like to be  alone most of the time. I walk to the closet tree and sit down. Pulling out my headphones I proceed to block everyone out with some Billie Eilish.

  No to long after I'm comfortable, I begin to people watch. I look around till I spot anyone of intrest. There. A guy, looks taller then most. Pale skin, blue eyes. He's talking to a person much smaller then him.

  What could be happing? Thats the best part of people watching, you get to choose someone's past present and future. Even if it's just for a bit.

  I decided that those two were not worth my time seeing as I already knew them. The taller one was Camron, thr shortie was Eric.

  Then I see a guy walk past them, he's not as tall as Camron but taller the Eric. Then again who isn't?

  He had shoulder length bleach blind hair. It looked fluffy as well. He wore a dark blue short sleeved shirt. With a black and white striped long sleeve underneath. He had on light blue jeans and brown slightly heeled boots. I fallowed him with my eyes, never moving my head. He was kinda just wondering. Eventually he must have settled with the very tree I was sitting at because next thing I know he was walking towards me. I quickly looked away, not wanting to seem werid.

  He was new, I could tell that much. How? He openly stood right by me, everyone usely avoids me. I don't look to good. I'm not really popular, and I'm kind of awkward. I felt the embarrassment well inside me, I could feel their stares now. I stood up, he's new. Can't ruin the reutation he doesn't have. I walked away as quickly as I could. Not looking back.

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  Once I had successfully avoided him all morning, I finally stumbled into my first period. Math. I go towards the left side of the class, in the front row.

  Soon my friend Mason and Matt walk in. "Sup cunt," he says as he sits to my left. Matt sitting behind him, the proceding to hit him on the back of the head. "Hey!" We all just laughed lightly. 

  This was our first period group, we used to spread around the room, but we eventually all moved to one corner. The teacher for this class, Ms. Fisher, was really chill. She didn't mind talking to much, and everything online had infinite retrys.

  Speaking of Ms. Fisher looks like it was time for class to start. We grabed out calculators and our papers, then sat back down.

  "Oi, Jaren!" I sighed, turning to look at Matt.

  "What?"

  "What's number three?" I rolled my eyes looking at my paper. I scaned over my paper for question three. "Hurry up, you slow fucker!" With that statement I decided to mess with him.

  "Vape squared," he gave me the most confused look.

  Tilting his head to the side. "What?"

  Mason chooses to come a join the fun. "Oh wait, no. It's weed to the third power."

  "What?!" I burst out laughing."You fucking-!" He's cut off by the class door opening. We all turn. I see Camron walk in the door with the boy from before. "Hey boys!" He greets us. "You got some fresh meat!"

  "Don't talk about him like that!" I now see Toby standing in the door way. Cam only rolls his eyes. "As an office aid I'm not going to let you twerps taint him."

  They leave after that, putting him in Ms. Fisher's hands. Turns out the kids name is John Keys or something. He gets put near the middle of the class. Behind a silent kid named Brian. He doesn't talk to anyone so we don't talk to him either, and just finish our conversation.

  "The answer is 45," It takes Mason about two minutes to process then he groans. We just laugh