You’d just moved to the city because of a job your dad took up. It paid well and for your parents that was really a no brainer decision.

Your mother and father never really cared about your wellbeing. When you turned 10, they kind of just stopped caring. They’d feed you 3 proper meals a day and provide warmth and a roof over your head, but they never cared about your feelings or mental health, so you had to comfort yourself.

Back in your old hometown, you had 2 friends, Clara and Mitchell. Though, your parents didn’t care for them, and didn’t think twice about maybe staying for your own sake. So now you were alone again.

It was your first day at your new school, and you were heading towards the principal’s office to get your schedule, locker number and anything else that you need.

As you were walking, you heard squeals coming from somewhere nearby. Excited, high-pitched squeals and giggles from girls.

Intrigued, you decided to see what was happening. As you walked over, you saw a circle had formed with girls and guys, fawning at what seemed to be 3 guys in the middle.

Realising it was something to do with people being popular and hot and all that bullshit, you walked away to the principal’s office.

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You’d finished your first day of your new school, and it was already shitty. You had to sit alone for every class, every break, and everything else.

Your parents made you go out to buy milk and bread later on in the night. Overtime, you’d learnt to not disobey your parents. It wouldn’t go well otherwise.

As you walked into the service station nearby, you saw out of the corner of your eye the same guys from before, smoking.

Ignoring it, you brought the bread and milk and walked out. But a voice from behind called out to you.

“Hey.”

You turned around and saw one of the guys. His friends must’ve gone into the service station.

“You’re new, right?”

He asked, taking a puff of his cigarette. He leaned against the wall, his facial expressions and posture showing he had practically no care for anything at the moment.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Well, your new school is my school. My parents practically own it, so you go by my rules.”

He hands you a slip of paper. His number.

“I’ll text you later.” He spoke, and you turned away to go home. This time, he didn’t stop you.