This story is about a girl named Rose, she's a hardworking student, who plays music in her bedroom. She meets a guy named Scott and well you'll have to see. (My first story.)


1. I'm the Kid

   It was a long, cold day, snow was falling, there was no sign of stopping the snow. It was the middle of the day, I was in class, listening to my music. Everyone else was in there groups. The jocks were talking to the pretty girls a.k.a. the girls who need to stop putting on so much make-up and mini skirts. The geeks, were talking about the new Spiderman movie, and how awesome it was. Me? Well... I'm not into superheros or looking pretty, I cared about my music. My life, I should say. I'm the lone wolf in the back. Ya... I'm that kid.

   The bell rang, everyone went to there seats, still being loud and annoying. Mr.Woodstock, that's my English teacher, was walking in closing the door. He picked up a random book and slammed it on Levi Cook's desk, Levi is the classroom sleeper, and also my friend, but not. Levi jumped up out of his desk and leaned back on his chair, he looked like a road deer. I felt bad for him.

   Mr.Woodstock, sat down at his chair, putting on his glasses, and leaning back. He mumbled something but no one understood. He just waved his hand and toke his glasses off and put a book on it instead, he went to sleep. Everyone ran to there group and started talking, again.

   I put my headphones back on, and got out my notebook out and started to draw, I was working on a drawing of a boy, with a red balloon and a dog. It was a very beautiful, one of my best drawings. Then a the door open, a  blonde haired, browned eyed boy, with a Old Navy jacket and black jennings. The jocks gave him the stair down, the pretty girls did the same thing. The geeks didn't notice. They were to into there conversation.

   He didn't seem to know what he was doing, he just stood there.

   He said to the class with a loud, but ushering voice, "Um... Hello, nice to meet you all. I'm well aware, that I'm the  new guy."

   Levi put his head up and said "We don't care."

   "Oh, well..umm...that's sad. Don't you want to a new face around here?"

   "Don't really. We don't care for new comers"

   He looked around. The jocks hated him, the pretty girls didn't care for him, the geeks still talking about Spiderman, but then he looked at me, a quickly looked down and started drawing again.



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