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The Sunday went by so fast, I was so busy trying to get my room ready before school started. Adam was really trying to kiss my ass by taking me to Target and letting me pick out anything I wanted. Of course I took advantage of it because who knows if I would make any friends. I might just be stuck in my room the whole school year. It was now Sunday night, my room looked complete.

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I really was proud of myself I set up my vanity up all by myself

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I really was proud of myself I set up my vanity up all by myself. I did anything to keep my mind busy from thinking about starting a new school. I was going into my Senior year. I felt like a loser, I bet everyone had their own friend group and here I was a new kid, no one would wanna talk to me. I feel asleep early hoping to calm my nerves.

I soon heard the annoying sound of my alarm, I wanted to chuck my phone across the room. But before I could Adam walked in. "Get up kiddo today's the big day" he said. I couldn't believe I was about to be the new kid. I walked over to my closet looking at all my clothes. I finally settled on a black tank top with a brown cardigan and jeans. The weather seem to play a big role on my outfit choice. I was so use to the warm temperatures, it looked like all this place had was snow and rain.

 I was so use to the warm temperatures, it looked like all this place had was snow and rain

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I was just finishing the last of my hair when Adam asked if I was ready. I hated that Adam had to drive me to school and drop me off, I was senior not a little kid but I guess it better than taking the bus. We soon arrived to the school, it looked nothing like the schools I seen before.

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