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The first day of school in a new town was always rough, you never knew what to expect. For Spencer Reid, the answer was always a bad one. He got bullied at every school he went to, all because he was smarter than all the other kids at every school he went to. Spencer was twelve years old and a senior in high school, sometimes he wishes he was normal, that way he'd be with kids his own age, not kids that were about to go out into the real world. When Spencer graduated, he would go to college and graduate from there in a few years.
As of right now, he had moved from Las Vegas to New York. His mother had become aware that the state knew she was ill and needed to be taken away, but that also meant she would be taken away from her son and he'd go into foster care since he had no one else to take care of him. So she moved them to New York, and this now where he'd be going to school and 'making friends.'
He was standing outside the school right now, looking up at it. It was quite a large school, though the quality of kids walking into it didn't seem to be the greatest. Spencer was probably the cleanest kid here, he was wearing khaki pants, a sweatervest and a tie, and fancy shoes. These kids were greasy and disgusting. Wearing leather and jean jackets, ripped pants, and dirty old converse shoes. Some spit gum out onto the grass or pavement as they walked by, and some met up with their friends.
It was the middle of the school year right now, April 13th. Spencer would graduate in two months, just enough time to go to prom and do all the other fun stuff, even though Spencer was sure he wouldn't be doing any of those things, considering the pranks that would ensue and embarrass him and many other kids, but mostly him.
Spencer finally decided it was time for him to go inside. He mustered up all of his courage and started walking for the door.
As he walked towards the front doors of the school, he picked out the different groups of kids here. He saw the goths as he walked, they were, of course, wearing all black and looked kind of depressed and fed up with the world. Though Spencer once knew a goth, a came to find out they weren't really like that at all, they just liked to look it for some reason he couldn't understand.
There was also the popular crowd, they wore the most in style things and they talked extremely loud, just so everyone understood what they did this weekend and how it was so much better than everyone else's.
Then there were the jocks. They were of course, all athletes, mostly basketball and football. They were usually large guys, but they had a bad rap. Spencer has also known a few jocks that were fairly nice to him, but he didn't hang around them much, since they were part of the popular crowd and he was nerdy.
The rest were all the weirdos, nerds, geeks, and… Bad boys? The bad boys were a group of kids with gelled hair, leather or jean jackets, and they didn't take no shit from anyone. Spencer hadn't had these types of boys at his old school, but he always was curious about them.
Back to the main topic.
Spencer stepped up the last step and stared up at the front doors. He was nervous about this, but what did he have to lose? It was only school after all. How bad could it be?