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There we go again, another day of school is another day of hell. I'm Hanna and i'm 15 years old. I'm 5 years in this school already and no one even notices me, they just call me the smart girl or the brunerd since i'm a brunette and they think i'm a nerd, pretty funny don't you think ?
but this day was different then all of the other days, i stepped in the school and noticed some classmates whispering somewhere in the corner at the lockers, but they didn't look at me for the first time out of years.
There was something coming, something big maybe ? i shrugged and just walked further, it just gave me more confidence to know people weren't looking or talking about me.

"students, we have a new boy in class, i would like you to be nice to him and show him around a bit, ok? " she pointed at the door, and a tall and dark figure just entered the classroom. " this is Elijah Woods. " teacher McCane said with a whide smile. Everyone just stared at the boy, with whidened eyes.
But to me, it looked like an angel has entered the building, he was so beautiful. He had the brightest blue eyes of all, and black emo-ish hair, you could tell he was an emo by his style but i liked those kind of types, some of them were mysterious just like him, he didn't say a word, he just looked around the classroom.
" allright, take a seat " McCane said, Elijah just nodded and dropped his backpack at the table next to mine, wich was empty no one wanted to sit with me, only with tests because i never seemed to fail them.
"hey..." i started, looking at him a bit insecure, why did i start a conversation ? Elijah looked up at me, a bit confused wich surprised me.
"hey " he answered with a smirk on his face, now i got surprised he even answered me, so far 'hey' was all he said today. i just nodded at him and focussed on my assignments. " oh, if you need anything, just ask ok? " i whispered, since he was new he probably didn't know where we were. " allright, open up page 55 please. " McCane said, opening her book, looking for the right page.
" that's kind, thank you " you could tell he was American, by his accent, it hasn't been told where he came from or or any other useful information about him.
" anytime. " i answered, writing down some notes of today's class, i don't know why but him sitting next to me... made me feel safe, like i was complete, like i finally found the missing piece in my life, would that be weird after a first meeting ?