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Peyton.
I looked around, the horrible blue walls of the corridors in this school that would likely scar my brain for life. I hated it.
I walked through the corridors and people moved out of my way. I never did understand why everyone was afraid to talk to me. I mean, yeah some people did. My friends, but they were just a bit mental in the head. I had been stuck with the aggressive lot, the fighters.
I swear, it was so not my fault that I had been born with 'Sharp Tongue Syndrome'.
A little guy, I think he was in the year above me? Well, he decided to try and talk to me. I thought it was part of a dare, but how I loved winding him up anyways.
"Hey there darlin'" He said, obviously deepening his voice, trying to impress me, nope.
"Oh hey there idiotic small boy. If I was supposed to be called Darlin', it would have been written on my birth certificate, but instead, I'm blessed with 'Peyton' so why not use that?" I said, smirking at him. He walked away muttering something, but I took no notice.
Its not I didn't want to be nice to anyone, apart from my friends, I just didn't have anyone to be nice to. I had very strong opinions.
Like when someone was racist, I didn't understand that, as they would be extremely annoyed if they were a person in the culture that they are making fun of, I hated it, or when someone called another person fat? Who is to say that it was their fault they are fat, if they have an eating disorder, it is not like they can help the fact that they look that way, and it is certainly no incentive to make a person want to lose weight, not if they are a comfort eater anyways.
So for that reason, anyone who comes across as sleezy, usually is. And I have no reason to be nice to them.
I walked along the science wing towards my chemistry class when I accidentally banged into a smallish girl with pink and brown hair. She looked lost.
And I liked that way she hadn't automatically jumped out of my way. She wasn't scared of me. And I was glad.
"Hey, sorry" I said, I didn't mean to bang into her. And at this moment, she had every right to turn round and be all annoying, moaning about how I put a crease in her newly ironed shirt, like all the popular girls would do.
"Oh that's ok, it's my fault, I'm standing in the middle of nowhere here" She smiled nervously. But it wasn't a nervous smile that said she was scared to be around me. It was more like she was nervous of being in the whole school.
I automatically clicked with her.
Roxy was to be my new friend.
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Written By Alexis Gage.
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