Last one standing

Back in time

*Niyah's POV*

We had history together from a year ago . It was interesting how we met. It was a months before the school year ended and I was kicked out of school for some petty shit. I had to finish the school year at a whole new school in a different county. I walked in the school building and noticed the dark colors that surrounded the halls, the loud anxious kids roaming them , and the lazy teachers they didn't give a fuck about the students well being because they knew they weren't going to go far in life anyway. I felt terrified at first but I knew it was only a month left of school to get through and then  I'm free.

Walking in to the office to get my schedule the lady at the front desk pointed at a girl named makayla to show me around to all my classes . But by third period makayla was no where to be found, so I was roaming the long dark halls by myself trying to find the art class room. The late bell had rang and everyone was in class; the halls were empty and I was lost. I kept walking around until I saw this guy with a limp walking up the stair case , he was a bit taller than me, really skinny, braces in hie teeth, and had a large uneven Afro like he was from the 80s or something and on his face he had scattered sections of hair that looked absolutely gross but under all that was a kinda cute face. I didn't want to seem completely scared to even though I was so I put some base and attitude in my voice to cover up the sweet innocents my voice had carried. I called him over and some how my high pitched voice squirmed its way out. I asked him where the art room was, and he kinda just looked at me for a while with a babyface like he was confused or something but he eventually pointed at the direction where the room was and I sorta just walked away.