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First day
It was my first day at my new school. I was happy about leaving my old school because everyone there hated me but I didn't like the fact that I had to start in the middl of the school year. We had just moved to Belleville a couple days ago. It wasn't a big move since our old house was only twenty minutes away but it was a different school district.
I walked into the office and immediately got states from the people working there. "How can I help you?"
"My names McKenna I'm new and need my schedule and stuff" the lady went to a file cabinet and pulled out a piece of paper. "Here you go" she said handing me the paper "oh and your locker number is 72. Maybe this won't be such a bad day. 72 is my lucky number so maybe it's a sign.
I was walking down the hall and getting states from almost everyone. I felt out of place. Everyone was dressed in normal clothes and I was in black ripped skinnes, red converse, a misfits tee and an iron maiden hoodie. It was actually my favorite outfit, but most people don't like my style or music. "Hey I like your shirt!" I wasn't expecting someone to say anything so the sound made me jump. I looked to see a short boy with black hair and a lip and nose ring. "I'm frank! Are you new I've never seen you before?" I just nodded. "What can't you speak? Haha but what room are you looking for you seem lost." "I'm not actually looking for a room I'm looking for my locker.. It's number 72." "Dude thats awesome it's right near mine and my friends lockers! They like the same music as you or least the misfits and my one friend gerard likes iorn maiden."
I walked into the office and immediately got states from the people working there. "How can I help you?"
"My names McKenna I'm new and need my schedule and stuff" the lady went to a file cabinet and pulled out a piece of paper. "Here you go" she said handing me the paper "oh and your locker number is 72. Maybe this won't be such a bad day. 72 is my lucky number so maybe it's a sign.
I was walking down the hall and getting states from almost everyone. I felt out of place. Everyone was dressed in normal clothes and I was in black ripped skinnes, red converse, a misfits tee and an iron maiden hoodie. It was actually my favorite outfit, but most people don't like my style or music. "Hey I like your shirt!" I wasn't expecting someone to say anything so the sound made me jump. I looked to see a short boy with black hair and a lip and nose ring. "I'm frank! Are you new I've never seen you before?" I just nodded. "What can't you speak? Haha but what room are you looking for you seem lost." "I'm not actually looking for a room I'm looking for my locker.. It's number 72." "Dude thats awesome it's right near mine and my friends lockers! They like the same music as you or least the misfits and my one friend gerard likes iorn maiden."
Update? :'(
1/3/14