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            I sat in the Home Ec room the first day of school. I was a 9^th grader and scared as hell of high school. The upperclassmen were just downright evil! I had been pushed and shoved around all morning.

            “Dyke!”, “Slut!” “Queer!” the names had left painful memories in middle school and now they had come back to haunt me. I had short blood red hair that spiked in the front making everyone at both schools believing I was gay.

I liked my hair. It made me feel special. My ex-boyfriend Lewis had liked it in 8^th grade before he went psycho on me. I missed him, but he had run off with the prep crowd.

I sat there in the front seat of the class, half in tears. I heard someone coming down the row. The rest of the seats were full with the evil skanky preps. I looked up to see a tall guy in a blue hoodie with a black binder. He had shaggy brown hair and ice blue eyes. He was really skinny, I mean you could see his bones almost.

The side to sit in the seat was on the opposite of which he was standing. He sat his binder down and tried to hop the bar. He failed and fell flat on his face. I couldn’t help but smirk. The preps laughed so I automatically stopped smiling.

“Nice job, Bones.” Someone yelled making the laughter soar.

“Are you ok?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” He said standing up and dusting his jacket off. “Nothing hurts me.” He said grinning at me. He sat down. “Hey, You’re Rose Flanagan, aren’t you?”

“How do you know my name?” I asked knowing the answer.

“I saw some of you’re poems on Testriffic, they are really good. You have a cute pic on there too. You should add me.” He smiled. He slapped himself in the head. “Man, I feel like an idiot.”

“Don’t worry about it, we all do embarrassing things. The first day of middle school I kicked Coach Morris in the nuts with a football.”  I confessed.

“Oh my god! Really? That’s hilarious!” he laughed.

            We continued talking through class cause on the first day there is nothing to do but talk. The bell rang and we got up.

“Hey, what lunch do you have?” he asked.

“4^th” I told him.

“I do too. I have Agriscience with Cargile.” He said.

“Oh my God! I do too!” I said excitedly.

“I’ll see you there. Bye Rose!” He said walking away. It was then I realized I never asked his name.                                                                                                                    I walked to my next class which was History with the tubby Vice-Principal Coach Tuberville. He wasn’t even in there. What kind of a teacher isn’t in his class the first day of school?

But someone I did know was in there.

            “Kathi! I yelled.

            “OMG! Rose!” my friend yelled. She ran from the back of the room to hug me. She had really long brown hair that she always wore in a fountain ponytail and got in the way constantly.

            “I thought you were going to Woodbrooke?” I questioned.

            “Well, it’s a long sad story but my step dad did some crap and me and my sister got taken away to live with my aunt. And she lives here in East Blocton! So I’m back!” she said.

            “That’s sad but great! I’m so happy for you!” I beamed.

            “Come sit by me and Maribel!” she said pulling my hand. Maribel was the only other Mexican girl in our school. (I am half.) We sat down just in time for the bell to ring. Coach Tubby still wasn’t there yet so I told Kathi about the moment I had just had.

            “Wait, you said he’s tall and really bony?” she asked, I nodded.

            “That’s Law Ballard but most of us call him Bones. He’s really messed up in the head. They say he tried to kill his parents and he never talks. He’s heartless.”

            “He talked to me…” I said lost in confusion.

            “Well just watch out, he’s a loony.” Kathi warned me.

            How could this wonderful guy have such a bad reputation?