Clayton Maurey was the 'weird' boy in his high school, he was a junior, being seventeen because of his early birthday. He wasn't weird because he smelt bad or was ugly, he just didn't fit into his school, or town. The reason he didn't fit in, was he was a bit on the edgy side. He lived in a small town in Washington, and everyone knew each other, everyone was basic and boring...his whole town was boring, no one had any real personality to them, they just followed each other like cattle. Most people in his town simply called him emo, but he wasn't full blown emo. He was a little grunge, or alt, with a little edge and angst to his personality and look. He wore a lot of black baggy clothes, and had a few face piercings. He liked things that most kids where he lived didn't like, or thought was weird. He listened to rock and Midwest emo music, and a whole lot of it. He always had his earbuds in when he could, being that he didn't have anyone to talk to. He took interest in things like abandoned placed and things his small town didn't have. As for hobbies, he actually enjoyed reading. Clayton's personality wasn't unpleasant or anything, he was actually a nice boy. He was pretty quiet, but if he was to actually be around people who were similar to him, he would be talkative and funny, but that wasn't possible in his town.

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He was sitting in the back of chemistry class like usual, he sat alone in every class, even the ones every other kid got partners for. He was just doodling on the desk, waiting for the teacher to start talking, but instead he heard the door swing open past the late bell, and he looked up...