broken things ; dan howell

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my world was grey, a great big b&w picture, with no light, no happiness. it was just another day, new school, new people, new problems, the usual.
I walk out of my apartment, unsure of what lies ahead of me, one foot after the other, my feet lead the way down these glum streets of Manchester. My thoughts begin to surround me, grey, black, grey black. it never occurred to me that something good could ever happen to me, but i still lived for the day my mistfortune would finally overcome someone else, other than me. sounds bad, i know, but once you get to know my story, you'll think otherwise.
where do i begin?
well first off, my mother passed away when i was young, and my father left before i had a chance to even notice his presence, i've lived in my foster home for the past 15 years, because who would want a  16 year old glum black haired girl who doesn't believe in miracles, or happiness, or fortune? thats right. no one. anyways, ive decided to move schools because the administration at my last school was literally fucking terrible, not a smudge of acceptance, at all. so today im starting at Manchester High, hoping to pursue an "okay" feeling to my already sucky life.
*time skip*
I entered the doors of the school, it was an enormous hall, flooded with people rushing to their lockers, walking around with their friends, socializing with other acquaintances. how do they do that? how do they actually speak, without feeling insecure? how do they walk with their heads held high, without a care in the world? dont ask me. i don't know how that feels.
i realized i'd been paying so much attention to my surroundings, that i hadn't paid any attention to where i was walking, which caused me to fall into a row of lockers and drop my books everywhere. "fuck".
i began to pick up my books, when to my surprise, i was joined by a tall brown haired guy, who helped me, and i couldn't help but stare at his beaming, brown eyes.