I walked to the front of the class, feeling my breath get heavy and my hands shake. Come on, don't vomit on the first day of class. I thought. I take a deep breath and start talking. "Hello, My name is Adrian Finnigan and I'm 17 years old. I just moved here from New Jersey, and yes my parents are divorced. I live with my dad, so he's the person you can blame for both my existence and being at this school." That gets a few laughs, and after that the teacher tells me to take my seat. As I walk back, I notice a small figure in the seat next to mine. They have brownish-blondish short hair, that's clearly straightened as some of its wavy and the rest is perfectly straight. They're reading a book, which just so happens to be my favorite, The Lightning Thief. I start thinking about talking to them but immediately shut myself up. Maybe this year wont be so bad...
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Cecily Smith
General FictionAdrian just turned 17. They're ok. Or atleast, they think so. The past two years have been pretty fucked, but life is slowly looking up. However, things are beginning to change, and not necessarily for the better.
