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The morning went how it always go, me yelling at kris. Helping my mom and making sure that she has everything she needed. All only before I get ready myself and make sure I have all my stuff for school before heading off. There was a lot of people all around as I went outside. I had no clue why there was so many people this early in the morning. But I did hear something about there was a accident not too far from here. So I am guessing everyone was trying to figure out what was going on or something like that. What I am trying to get at is that they is way to many people even more so when I get closer to the bus stop. My heart starts to race, I felt my body heat up. My head started spinning, while I felt like I was about to fall to the ground. …show more content…
When lunch time came around and everyone cleaned out of the room I kept my butt in my seat and kept at it with my art work. Baekhyun was still here too, I am just pretending that I don 't see him at all. I trun my music up, getting really nervous. Shouldn 't he be off laughing along with his friends about something stupid. Then just sitting here watching me. I finally get fed up with him and take out my headphones and turn my music off. " what in the fuck do you want baekhyun? Do you need something or are you fine just watching the new weird kid like some animal at the zoo." He gave me that stupid smile that I hate so much. I used to think it was cute and made him even cuter for doing it but now I fucking hate it. " no wanted to talk, by the way you aren 't weird, you are you. You always have been and always will be. " my chest tighten, and I wanted to punch myself in the face for almost smiling at that. He used to tell me that all the time. He would save me the bullies and I would be crying wanting to know what was wrong with me and why was I the way I was. Baekhyun would always hug me and tell me that I was perfect the way I was, that they would never understand but that was okay because he did. He liked me just the way I was, because I was me and I will aways be me and nothing or no one could change that. Sad to say but he was very wrong. I am not who I was back then and never will be ever again, true maybe no one could change me but guess what. I could change me and I did and to this day I still can not figure out how to change back. " well can we maybe talk later, I would like to finish my work. ?" I need time to mentally prepare myself before I talk to him. " I understand, I will text you later and we can set up a time and we can figure out this helping you with school work

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