Michaels pov
I slowly walk into the unfamiliar hallway of my new school and start heading to the office.
As soon as I get there the lady hands me my class sheet with my locker number, I read that it says locker 45.
I slowly head down the hall looking for my locker. As I spot it I see the same guy from the bus stop standing in front of my locker.
"Um excuse me but I'm new and this is my locker," I say shyly.
"Oh sorry," he says as he moves a bit so I can open my locker throwing my backpack inside softly shutting if to not disturb anyone.
I poke the blond on the shoulder "do you know where Mr. Copelands room is," I ask quietly
"You have to speak up pretty boy"
"Oh um sorry, can you please show me where Mr. Copelands room is"
"Yeah I have him too first hour," he says walking where I guess the class room is.
I slowly walk in the room following the boy who I still do not know what his name is.
"You must be Michael Clifford," I hear the teacher say as I nod my head. I sit in the back of the class avoiding everyone.
This is gonna be a fun first day.
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Special (Muke)
FanfictionA story where Michael is just a little different than Luke.