There had been talk of a new kid showing up for weeks now. You hear this all the time. There were always new kids, but they'd always leave without even finishing the year. Every kid with the misfortune of transferring to the school was eaten alive within a mere few weeks to months. You couldn't help but feel bad for whoever this new kid is..

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You walk into your first hour class and spot.. someone with long dirty blonde hair in your seat. Was this the new kid? Didn't matter, he took your spot, and it was time for him to fucking move!

you walk over to YOUR seat and stood there. He looked up at you, a sneer contorting his metal adorned features

"The fuck do you want?"