How It Works Around Here

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   Hi, I'm Dallon Weekes. I am also know as Mute, Emo, Invisible. But that dosen't bother me. Honestly, I don't have major social anxiety (But only in dire situations), depression, or some defect. I just like being silent, If I don't say anyhing, I won't screw up.
   My new school is big on cliques. If you were in one clique, you didn't socialize with another. Well, bullying was an exception. I got an armful of that, trust me.

Well, the story is, I used to go to this school, then I moved, but I am still in touch with my emo friends. Today would be my first day
   I am in the 'Emo' clique. Honestly, I don't know why we're called emo. We aren't suicidal or anything, we have adopted the look though. We are what you'd call posers I guess.
 
  I woke up, to see it was past 7 am, I was late as hell.

I ran through my morning routine and bolted to school.

I got to the school, then I ran to my first class. I got there just before the bell.
I sat in the last empty seat, next the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. He had chocolate brown eyes, perfectly done dark brown hair.

He was a popular, obviously. He looked at me and smiled, which wasn't allowed in the cliques. Wow.

Could we become friends? No, that's insane.

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