It was the first day of being in a school in a different country. Glancing around you sighed and lowered your head to avoid the glances and weaved your way deeper into the campus of school. Lifting your head you hear the familiar sound of shoes squeaking on a hardwood floor and a ball being hit and landing on the ground. You snuck up to the door and watched for a few seconds until you heard a few voices behind you. The blonde male raised a brow and in a monotone spoke. You’re in the way.
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