1. The New Kid

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I held my phone in front of me, trying to take a picture of a baby hedgehog in our backyard. It was Monday morning, and I knew I had to be somewhere, but I had forgotten all about it, until...

"Boy! What are you doing?!" my mom's voice interrupted me.

The baby hedgehog ran to his mom, and I sighed.

"I was trying to take a picture," I muttered, and got up on my feet.

I looked around and saw my green backpack next to me on the ground. Why was it there?

"Crap!" I yelped when I remembered I was supposed to be on the school bus already.

"Are you kidding me?!" Mom yelled. "I told you to go straight to the bus stop! You are going to be late!"

"Sorry mom!" I told her and grabbed the bag, ready to run all the way to school.

"Come on! I'll take you," Mom yelled angrily at me. "You'll just end up distracted again..."

I grinned apologetically at her when I ran to her on our porch. She hurried to get her car keys and put on her jacket.

"Lucky for you I'm sick so I couldn't go to work. But if I vomit in the car, you clean it up!" she joked - at least I hoped she was joking.

I followed her to her car and hopped in, while she sat down behind the wheel. My mom was a little pale after a sleepless night. I had heard her throwing up a few times in the bathroom during the night.

"I'm sorry, I really am," I told her, feeling bad for making her take me to school when she wasn't well.

"Don't worry, I'm feeling better already," she said. "But you've got to start paying attention. We've been living here for a month, and you've already had detention twice!"

I nodded in misery. My teachers thought I was skipping classes on purpose, but the real reason was that I had gotten sidetracked. I liked school and wanted to be in classes, but for someone like me, it was hard. I just forgot where I was and what I was supposed to be doing if I found something interesting.

We had moved over a month ago from the other side of the world, or that was how it felt like. I didn't know anyone here. I had no one to talk to in our new home city. I only had my older brother, but he had found a girlfriend already, so he wasn't around much. My dad had gotten a good job offer, and he had eventually taken it, forcing us all to move to our new home.

It had been hard to start in a new school as a new kid. I was shy, so it was hard for me to make new friends. I was kind of a geek too, so I wasn't exactly the most wanted friend either. I missed my old high school. I had friends there, people I had known for all my life, but here...

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