As I walked out of the sunlight and into the dimply lit room, my eyes began to well up. I looked down at my chucks and for the first time in my life, wished they were wedged heels. I slowly lifted my head to see the long, stretched out hallways with wooden doors lining the sides of the tile. This was my new school. A new high school, and a new beginning for me. See, when I moved from New Jersey, I expected farmland and farm kids to dot this little state, expecting myself to be the cool, unique city kid...but I was very wrong. 1
Looking around I saw interlocked hands, flat stomachs sticking out of designer shirts and lots of fake hair and eyes. Everywhere: fake. Among these masquerades were strange stares. Probably because they knew I felt ridiculous around them. Black chucks, butched hair, skinny jeans and an argyle sweater vest with a popped collar. I was officially a weirdio and I could sense it
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