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Not So Normal *1*

I walked into my new classroom, looking around. Why does life have to change all around me all of a sudden? I put my dark brown hair behind my shoulders and walked to an empty seat. I immediately sat down, resting my backpack against the chair and getting my book, Dork Diaries out.
 
 I was barely done reading a paragraph, when a voice talked to me. "Hey, I'm Deandres," a boy said. "Uh.. Dean- what?" I asked. A chuckle escaped his mouth. "Just call me D. Alot of people call me that for short. And it's not pronounced DEEN. It's pronounced DEAHNDRESS," Deandres said. "Oh, okay. I'm.. Marissa," I said, nervously. Deandres smiled at me and sat behind me. 
 I shook my head, smiled, and got back to reading Dork Diaries. 
 
 I kept looking up from the book every 5 minutes. Every time I looked up, more people came in. People I've never seen before. Until a really bossy looking girl dressed in a pink and white skirt, a sleeveless white shirt and a pink jacket on top looked at me. "You know, we're not allowed to wear lip rings in here," she said. 
 
 "Really?" I asked. "Yeah, actually, I follow the rule's unlike others," she looked at me and gave me a nasty look.
"Do you think I care? I'll take it off when a teacher tells me to take it off," I said. "Not a skanky looking mean freak!" She gasped and walked away. 
 Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and Deandres gave me a note that said,

Ignore her, she's such a bitch. By the way, her name is Alyxcia. She asks everyone out.

- D

I smiled and nodded. Deandres winked at me and watched as the teacher walked in. He was a handsome, young teacher named Joel.

"Hello class. My name is Mr. Wisser," he said. "We know that!" A kid yelled. "Well, I'm saying it again, because we have a new student," Mr. Wisser said. "Please stand up," he told me. I obediently stood up and walked in front of the class.

"Tell us your name," he instructed.

"Uh.. my name is Marissa Jefferson and I'm 14 years old," I said. Deandres glanced at me and smiled. Another kid in the back of the room also smiled at me. He had spiky black hair and a blue jacket.

"Well, nice to meet you, Marissa." The teacher put me back in my seat and I began to wonder. What if this school isn't so bad?

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