As I walk into school, I head straight to my locker with my head down. On the way I bumped into an unexpected wall. Well I thought it was a wall. As a step back and look up I notice the one group of people I did not want to see, I just bumped into.
"Why hello there. Who might you be?" Said the one I bumped into.
I notice that he had a questioning look on his particularly handsome face. Even though he had hair tousled on his face I could see perfectly what he was wondering.
"Uh... My name is... umm... Anne," I stuttered as I hoped he would not hurt me with his muscular body form.
"Why have I never seen you before?" He said with more of a questioned look at why I was stuttering.
"I like to... to keep my head down... down low, " I stated not wanting him to know the real reason. That I was being bullied.
"Oh, okay. Well, I hope to see you around some time. Mh name is Ryan by the way. I need to get to class. Bye." The boy, I mean Ryan, said as the boy to his left pushed him around me. I got to my locker and to class without anyone else bumping into me.
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The First Friend
General FictionAnne Deponte is a kind, pretty, and shy, girl that could be called a nerd. She has been going to the same school since kindergarten and has never been noticed even though she is in ninth grade. She is bullied because of her straight A's and is forc...
