I'm not a Ms.

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^Andi^🖤

~Grant's Pov~

On Monday....

Today is the day I start my very first day of public school. I have decided to make the most of it. Yes, I may be bullied because of my mom. Yes, I may be wearing a  lot nicer clothes than them. But I will not let these things ruin my day.

I head down stairs since I'm already dressing in a flannel a sweater atop, skinny jeans and some nice leather shoes. I stop and grab my lunch from the refrigerator since school lunch in movies look discusting.

As I was grabbing my satchel Kay came down stairs. She was dressed in a pair of tiny cream colored shirts and a black crop-top. She looked as if she stumbled out of a Kendall Jenner photo shoot. I just shook my head with a disapproving look and walked to the door.

"I'm leaving." I yell to whom ever and open the door to gigantic garage. Picking what car I wanted to use that day I decided on the Jeep Wrangler because I just wanted to fit it.

At school....
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I arrived at school  that was decent sized. Students from all types were flooding in my the passing minutes. I parked my car at the end of the lot and got out.

You know in movies when the new kid gets of his / her car and it is so dramatic. Yeah, well that wasn't me.
I stumbled getting out if my car tripping over the side. Great, good job Grant you are going to make this school year so great for you.

I grabbed my satchel and shut the door. Looking out of the pool of people, I could see all of the major cliques.

By their nice sports cars are the more popular students. Sitting under a tree that looked like it came out of a Tim Burton movie was the goth/ emo / alternative loners. Then band geeks and A.V. nerds and ect.

After actually getting inside the school I was told to first find the principal's office. Looking around I saw a secretary through a all glass window.

Pushing the door I stepped inside the office. I walked up to the front desk and someone was turned around in the chair.

"Excuse me Ms. can you tell me where the principal's office is?" I asked my voice as charming as it could be, flashing a toothy grin at the back if the chair. As the chair turned around I became even more embarrassed.

" Well asshole I an not a Ms., As you can probably tell" a boy around my age said. He was rather pale and had loamy-green eyes. He had black gages and  was wearing a red, black and white flannel on.

"Uh- sorry yeah you are not a Ms. but can you tell me where the office is?" I said looking at my hands. Why was I being so weird and shy? I am usually charming and sweet.

"Through there" he said nodding his hear to a small hallway. He then sat back down and turned the chair back towards the wall. So much for a warm welcome.

I turned the corner and sat down into one of the chairs in front of a large mohagany desk. This was gonna be a long day, month, year, life.

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