I walked down the same old hallway in my same old school, passing the same old people. I ignored the stares I was given but what was new? It was just like any other day. It was just the same.
There's always that one person that is different in a world where everything is similar. I happened to be the one standing alone. And because of that, everyone hated me. They judged me to no end. I was, what they say, "bad, carless, stupid." But it doesn't matter. I hate them too. They're all just the same.
Deep down, I wish these people were all different. Maybe I'd have a friend.
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It was just another sunny day in San Diego, California, where I was born and raised. I got up for school, undressed, and got a shower. After picking out a pair of shorts and three quarter sleeve shirt, I went downstairs. There was no sign of my parents. Same old, same old. I put my long, blonde hair in a ponytail and drove to school.
I was late. Just as I always am. I walked into my first period class avoiding the stares from the snobs of my school, and Ms. Somers, my teacher.
"How nice of you to join us, Miss Gettman." She said in a very sharp tone. I just rolled my eyes and walked to my seat. As I sat down I dropped my pencil. I sighed and went to pick it up when I saw somebody. Somebody I had never seen before. He had beautiful brunette curls and vibrant, bright green eyes. And he sat there, doing something I have seen few people ever do to me. He was smiling.
Right at me.
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Ok... So sorry this absolutely sucks. First time doing this so I apologize :) I still hope you enjoy it and keep reading!
