Ever since I could remember I’ve always been lighter than everyone else. My P.E. teacher in when I was in junior high made me do high jumps even though I expressed my wish to be left alone, after all who needs the child’s consent when they can get the parent’s? Kids liked to push me around in all my other schools; they thought it was hilarious when I’d go flying into a desk from a little shove. I hated them. I hated being noticed. I hated being different. I hated transferring schools every few months. This is why everything would be different at this new school; I would meld into the background. No one would notice me. I looked up at this new school, determined. My fist clenched, my jaw set, my eyes narrowed. Everything would be different, I thought to myself as I walked into the school.
Walking through the doors, I was dumfounded. The long hallways with doors opening up on either side, the floors appeared to be marble, and there was a reverent sort of hush throughout the building. So quiet, so peaceful. I was so busy looking around that I didn’t watch where I was going. SLAM. I bumped into someone and fell hard onto the marble floor.
“HEY! Watch where you’re going” the girl snapped.
I looked up in amazement; it wasn’t my fault, right? Did she notice I wasn’t paying attention? Oh no. Was this going to be exactly like my other schools? Would I be leaving by next month? No. No. No. “Maybe you should watch where you’re going, as well.” I answered a little cautiously. Looking her up and down my heart flipped a little. The little pigtails, her big blue eyes… Great! I thought to myself. Here I am on the first day and I’m already making an enemy. Why did she have to be so cute?

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Sorry for the lame continuation Full Metal Luka. :B