Sighing, Michael sat down at the back of the big classroom like he always did. He hated math more than ever, like when is it ever used? Michael had never had to use math in the real world. He just hated math, end of story. Calculators were a thing, can't you just use them? That's why they were made, so why make it difficult for everyone else.
Michael was considered a weirdo. He was more of a, let's say, outcast. Though, outcasts had friends who were also outcasts but not Michael. He had no one. No one liked him, nor did they talk to him, he was just left alone to rot in this hell called school. It was sad really. I mean he did have a friend at one point, but they left him to be popular.
His thoughts were interrupted when the schools 'bad boy' Ashton dragged his combat boots over to the chair just in front of Michael's, sitting down. He leaned on his chair, making it tilt slightly as it put his feet up on the desk. The colourful haired boy was scared of the tattooed covered male with his piercings and tattoos and pinky-red hair. Okay maybe the hair didn't scare him but everything else did. It all added up to his scary persona.
At that moment, Michael had purple hair which he kinda liked. It went with his cute little flower crown which he would always have on. They were like his thing. Lessons had started but honestly Michael wasn't listening, all he was doing was drawing little flowers in his notepad. The flowers sucked though as he couldn't draw for shit, but hey it beat math.
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(its the 2nd august 2018 and i'm squealing. this got so many views but it was so shit)
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Ashton was popular, he had cool friends, a great family and lots of money, but he was missing something; That something was Michael Clifford. (btw this is a shitty book I'm sorry)