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I drove into the school parking lot, unhappily. I pulled into a parking space and climbed out of my black truck. I grabbed my backpack and slammed the door shut. Someone bumped into me and I dropped my backpack as something hot spilled all over me. I almost screamed, but it wasn’t that hot. I looked to see who crashed into me. It was a new boy. I glanced down at my now wet black Disturbed t-shirt. I glared up at the boy… surprisingly only about two inches up. I’m short for my age. I’m 16, but I’m 4’11". Most of the kids at this school are 5’ 3" or taller.
"Sorry." He bent down and picked up my backpack, and handed it to me with a sheepish smile. His warm brown eyes sparkled… don’t think about his eyes! He just spilled coffee all over you! I argued with myself and looked away from his eyes, grabbing my backpack. I turned to leave. "Wait!" He said, grabbing my wrist. I yanked my arm away immediately and backed up. I have a big problem with people touching me, mainly because of my step dad. He beats me a lot, ever since he married my mom when I was 6.
His eyes narrowed, and he looked confused. I realized that I must have looked scared so I turned and hurried to class where I sat in my seat in the back of the room. The bell rang and the new boy walked in after a group of giggly girls. The only seats left were on either side of me. No one likes sitting next to me. I don’t have friends. But that doesn’t bother me. I like it that way.
So in case you’re wondering more about me, I love black. My pants and jeans are black, most of my shirts are black, I wear black nail polish and dark makeup… Black earrings, occasionally, and I’m slightly anti social… mainly because no one likes me, so I don’t like them back. He sat down next to me with a smile, but I looked up at the teacher, ignoring him.
I drove into the school parking lot, unhappily. I pulled into a parking space and climbed out of my black truck. I grabbed my backpack and slammed the door shut. Someone bumped into me and I dropped my backpack as something hot spilled all over me. I almost screamed, but it wasn’t that hot. I looked to see who crashed into me. It was a new boy. I glanced down at my now wet black Disturbed t-shirt. I glared up at the boy… surprisingly only about two inches up. I’m short for my age. I’m 16, but I’m 4’11". Most of the kids at this school are 5’ 3" or taller.
"Sorry." He bent down and picked up my backpack, and handed it to me with a sheepish smile. His warm brown eyes sparkled… don’t think about his eyes! He just spilled coffee all over you! I argued with myself and looked away from his eyes, grabbing my backpack. I turned to leave. "Wait!" He said, grabbing my wrist. I yanked my arm away immediately and backed up. I have a big problem with people touching me, mainly because of my step dad. He beats me a lot, ever since he married my mom when I was 6.
His eyes narrowed, and he looked confused. I realized that I must have looked scared so I turned and hurried to class where I sat in my seat in the back of the room. The bell rang and the new boy walked in after a group of giggly girls. The only seats left were on either side of me. No one likes sitting next to me. I don’t have friends. But that doesn’t bother me. I like it that way.
So in case you’re wondering more about me, I love black. My pants and jeans are black, most of my shirts are black, I wear black nail polish and dark makeup… Black earrings, occasionally, and I’m slightly anti social… mainly because no one likes me, so I don’t like them back. He sat down next to me with a smile, but I looked up at the teacher, ignoring him.
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