The sun crept through the curtains and spilled into the room. I shifted a bit in bed, covering my eyes with my arm. I didn't want to go to school today, let alone get up from this miserable position I was in. But if I wanted to go and get my classes picked out I had to go now. I sat up and got ready, I didn't bother drying my hair, I just semi dried it with my towel, and put on a grey sweater, and some baggy jeans. I looked at my converse, all spread out and ready to be chosen. I grabbed the black ones I had drawn stars on and placed them on. 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQkOn0ggq3j
   Timmy was smiling, and eating breakfast like the happiest person on this planet. I sat down next to him and took a bite out of the apple slice that was on my plate. Grandma placed Timmy's lunch box next to his backpack. I placed my plate in the sink, and went to brush my teeth.93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ01q8qypUjx
   "I'm off to school, bye grams, bye Timmy." I called out before walking out the front door and walked down the sidewalk. It wasn't so different from Chicago, but it still felt different. Maybe because I was already home sick. I shouldn't be home sick though, there isn't to miss anyways. Except for my sneak outs to the playground to just sit in silence and listen to music. And occasional make outs with my boyfriend who wasn't really my boyfriend. But he used to call himself my boyfriend; I knew we wouldn't get far, but he wouldn't listen. He moved to Italy last summer and I didn't give a fuck about him anymore. 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSBVPLcXIub
   The school building appeared in the distance, I stood in front of it as if I was in some coming-of-age movie. The name of the school was old and a bit rusty but still in place. It read 'Les Paul High School- Lets Go Racoons!' Wow, so we're racoons? They could have chosen electric guitars or something considering who the school is named after. But who knows. I walked inside, my eyes scanning the halls, the various students standing off to the sides by their lockers. I spotted a group of guys gathered around someone tall, blonde wavy hair, green eyes, tan skin, and handsome. His hoodie said 'LPHS VOLLEYBALL' and on the back 'MIKE JAMESON CAPTAIN' oh great so I'd just laid eyes on the volleyball captain. And he was staring right back at me, he blinked and gave a small smile that made my heart short circuit. I looked away so quickly my neck nearly cracked. 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE95XGcdlZO
   My steps guided me, probably making me look like a fool as I approached the front office to the old lady who looked too tired to work at a high school. 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3JEkjuxWHG
   "Name?" She asked, looking up at me. I grip my backpack straps tighter. 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7fjRDqnc9A
   "Leo... Leonardo Jackson." I said, hoping my twelve year old crack didn't come back. She nodded and printed out a paper which I assumed was my schedule. She gave it to me, and told me to go sit down and wait for someone to take a picture of me for my ID. I nodded and sat down, my legs jumping up and down. Dammit, stupid anxiety. I had been diagnosed with aggressive anxiety and depression not so long ago. I had been taking meds, but they don't work. So I just lie to Dr. Whitehouse and she believes me. But sleeping at night has been really hard, I'm still sleepy, I literally slept about two hours. I sigh, and fidget with my hands. The door opens, and I look up. The guy from earlier enters and gives me that same smile. He asks the lady something and she gives it to him and he leaves. My heart does that same thing again, and it makes me hate myself more than what I already do. 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTESVL6jqoi
   "Leo Jackson?" Someone asks, his brown skin creasing a bit at his forehead. I nod, and stand up. He takes me to an office and tells me how to sit. I adjust my head to how he wants to, and smile. I have the urge to blink when the light flashes but I don't, he prints the ID out and gives it to me. I grab it and thank him. I walk down the hall to my first class of the day. Art. I knock on the door, and the teacher smiles at me. I smile back. 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSx5LABggyw
   "You're our new student, I assume? What's your name again, sweetie?" She says, fixing her glasses and moving her black hair away from her face. 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoK3XYM2xlz
   "Oh, I'm Leo Jackson." 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXjkG6w08lr
   "Yep, I see you right here. Okay, Leo will you be so kind and sit in the back next to Mikey? I'm Ms. Blackmon, your art teacher for the rest of the year." She smiles, I go sit next to the Mikey kid and to my horror it was the same guy from this morning. He looks up, and blinked. 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb8bgWR5nh5
   "It's you." He said, adjusting himself in the chair. 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb5T1fOy3fX
   "Yeah, it is me." I reply, looking down at my hands. He nods, and opens his sketchbook. I look at the page curiously, and study the drawing. 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrff1UTyOzM
   "Hm, did it catch your eye? It's not as good as I pictured it, but I really like sketching my cat. It's not much though."93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCyMDKfYaS6
   "Are you serious? It's great, I love cats. I draw them all the time, and I also like drawing people. By the way, are you... Mikey?" 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpvCiol4Tkx
   "That's me, or well Mike. Ms. B just calls me Mikey because my mom knows her since they were kids. I just like when people call me Mike, so you know. And who are you?" He asked, for some reason heat starts crawling up my neck, and under my sleeves. I swallow, watching as his eyes dart to the bob of my throat. I look down. 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh7eHRVqZZ0
   "U-um, Leo. I'm new here, I moved from Chicago last night." I said, my leg jumping up and down once more. He hummed, and went back to looking at his sketchbook. I curse myself in my head for noticing the movement of his hands, and wondering what they would feel like in mine. I barely met him. What the hell is wrong with me? 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkEZ5fawXJM
   "By the way, would it be okay if you uh show me around after school?"93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHs1UsnNorv
   "Fuck. I sort of can't, I have a volleyball practice tonight. So no can't do, but you can ask Billy Nickson, she's in the auditorium most of the time. Said she gets inspired all the time, so don't worry if she's a little bit... Weird at times, she's really sweet though so I think the two of you will get along. But I think she stayed home today so another time." He smiled. I nod. Dammit, well who was I to think he was into me. But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. I don't even know him, just that's he's hot. Tall, totally my type. And the volleyball captain. 93Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIJjzAZaKjG
   Today was going to be a long day. 1234 copyright protection89ＰＥＮＡＮＡz8eKepdoPH 尼

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