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Leaving behind everything I knew in Ashland, Oregon wasn't that much really.

I move around a lot with my monthly new foster parents. I can't really call them parents seeing how there a different pair at least every one – three months a time. Their all located in different places so I guess you can say I've seen just about all of the United States.

Now I'm being moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico to meet my new 'parents'. I'm kind of excited to move there because that's where I was born. But then it brings out all the memories I call a nightmare will being awake.

Anyways, I just got here. I guess I'm going to be living with the Andersons for awhile. They won't want after a couple months with my silence. Did I mention I don't talk much? At all actually. I'm taken out of my thoughts by someone talking to me.

"You must be Mason, I'm Kate Anderson and this is my husband John. Where glad you came here."

I just smiled and nodded.

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It was my first day at East High. I would say I'm not nerves, but that would be a lie. When I was younger, before everything happened, I used to dream about coming here. I used to come here all the time with my dad when he worked here.

I'm about to start the waterworks, so I quickly ran for the office. I knew my away around here as if I was here not only yesterday. I walk in there and this really big lady sitting there. She says me and stood. My thoughts, I thought I was going to be squished.

No offence to any big people it's just I'm so small come paired to her. Her being whatever and me only being 5 feet. I'm so short I hate it. But I love it.

Weird.

"Hello, you must be Mason Johnson." Am I that noticable being the new kid?

I nodded, again.

"Well, here's your schedule and your library card so you can check out the books you'll need. If you need any help with anything don't be afraid to ask. You'll also need all your teachers to sign this saying you went to the classes and that they understand that you don't talk. Okay?"

I smile and nod indicating that I understand. I take the papers and start walking out. When I reach the door I hear office lady say,

"Oh and Mason, Welcome to East High."

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I walk to my first class; which is with this lady named Ms. Darbus? Strange name. I wasn't really paying attention to what was going on around me, so I never say all looks people were giving me.

I find the room before the bell rang. I go in; I guess the Darbus lady is not here yet. So I look around trying to find a seat that's not near anybody, if not that empty. When I see the most amazing thing I ever say.

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