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          "Harry! I'm so happy to see you sign up to be the editor, what made you change your mind?" being emotionally manipulated by my mother basically. It's still way too early to be speaking to my gung-ho English teacher, she's definitely the shove-it-in-your-face type of bubbly, I'm kind of sick of her trying to get me to 'come out of my shell' I will die in this shell if I have to.

"Umm just wanted to try it " that lie is so terrible only a teacher would believe it, they eat stuff like this up. It's the first day of school and I've seen enough first days to know that people are going to pretend to be all excited and want to turn over a new leaf but everything will only stay the same, what can you even expect? 

          "Well, whatever made you change your mind, we're happy to have you on our team, you're going to have a lot of fun with the rest of the council, come over to the student council room after classes end okay" how can she say things like this with a straight face, it's like she's reciting the generic teacher guide-books, oof she's a real pain.

"I need to get to class miss" I smiled awkwardly and left, I went and sat down in the designated corner of my new classroom, so this is where I'm going to spend the next year, I don't hate school anymore, I can't bear being so resentful, it's exhausting, I'm just indifferent now, maybe that's a good thing. I knew all the kids who were slowly filling up the classroom, well I guess I only know them a bit, they're mostly the same. I used to play football with most of the boys in middle school, I knew their names, I guess I could strike up a conversation with them if I wanted to. I used to 'go out' with one of the girls in class, we even kissed and held hands, she's pretty popular still, she sits in the front now and laughs and talks to her friends, she's wearing her blonde hair differently nowadays, I don't think I like blondes very much, I remember the kisses were wet and a little bit gross. I kind of just drifted apart from everybody, I don't hate anyone and no one hates me. So everything is the same huh, I anticipated this but I'm not really sure whether I'm relieved or disappointed. It'll be okay as long as things are the same because it's familiar, my heart still twisted, I hate familiarity.

          The day went by just as I expected, nothing really interesting happened, all the teachers just introduced themselves even though everyone pretty much already knew each other. By lunch the novelty of the first day wore off, I did get a text from a friend which was nice, I probably shouldn't say 'a friend' like I have more than one. I'll have to come back here tomorrow too, even the thought of doing the same thing every day makes me want to throw up, but what choice do I have, this is how humans are supposed to live I guess. Classes finally ended, I dragged my feet to the student council room, it's one of those rooms that you know exist but never pay attention to because it's so inconspicuous. On my way, I noticed the same boy I saw at the party, so he goes to the same school as me, that's nice I guess, well it doesn't exactly matter either. He had a few kids basically flocking around him, everyone was looking at him like he was something special, he probably is, I couldn't help but notice how lovely he looks, ignoring the desire to look for a bit longer I make my way into the student council room. The door looked ordinary, kind of dirty actually, if we were younger, there would probably be a rumour of the room being haunted. Those used to be fun. 

"Ah! You must be the new kid" Someone called out from behind me, I turned around to find another boy beaming at me, I recognized him although I had never spoken to him, he was another one of the 'too nice for their own good' type, he was also the football team's captain, a total golden boy, this is ticking me off.

          "Oh umm yeah" 

"I'm Liam Payne, I'll be the student council president this term" He offered me his hand to shake, ugh I really don't wanna.

          "I'm Harry" I mumbled, awkwardly shaking his hand, this interaction is taking years off my life.

"You'll be the editor right?" He entered the room, I followed after him, the room smelt like old books, it was cluttered and tiny with 4 old desks pushed together in the centre, it looked just like I had expected. There was another boy in the corner curled up on what looked like an old couch, it was pretty much falling apart, he didn't acknowledge us.