Unfortunately, you were caught in the middle of just such a situation.

You had been annoyed with the prospect of moving a few weeks into your senior year, but during the drive from Chicago to Queens, you decided that it was a good thing you would have a school to attend right away. Your parents had bickered the entire trip and you were eager to get some space.

It was, nevertheless, a harrowing experience to be the new kid. For, while your troubles at home had become the norm, your troubles at school were only beginning.

"Ouch— hey!" You whipped around to come face to face with the jerk that had stepped on the back of your shoe.

Flash Thompson smirked at you. "'sup new girl,"

You knew his name because that morning you had heard the principal bellow it down the hall.

"Yeah, okay, trouble maker," you replied.

Flash rolled his eyes dramatically. "I'm no trouble maker, but I can definitely cause some mischief with you in the bathroom,"

It was your turn to roll your eyes. "Thanks ever so much for the offer, but I'll pass."

You shut your locker and attempted to leave, but turning quickly to get away from Flash, you walked straight into someone you hadn't seen.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" The boy said as your notebooks scattered to the floor. "I'm so sorry,"

Behind you, Flash and a few onlookers began to laugh.

You hurried to collect your things, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

The boy was trying to help you, but something seemed to be holding him back from behind. You shook your head as Flash walked away, still laughing. This was turning into a great first day.

You finished gathering your belongings and stood up to face the boy. Technically, you owed him an apology for bumping into him, even if you had dropped your things.

"I'm sorry I ran into you," you said, nodding and stepping aside to angle yourself towards the school's exit.

As you did so, you saw that another boy was standing behind the one you'd bumped into. He was gripping onto the first boy's elbow. You weren't sure why.

"Hey, wait," The first boy said. "My name's Ned." He stuck out his hand.

You had to shift your gear into one arm to shake his hand. "___," you said.

"Are you really new here?"

You told him you were.

"And you're a senior?" He asked.

The boy behind him was still gripping Ned's elbow.

"Uh, yeah, my parents moved here from Chicago last week. It's been weird changing schools for my last year." you said.

"Oh, tell me about it." Ned laughed sympathetically. "I had to move half way through my junior year. Not fun."

You nodded, wanting to end the conversation and start heading home, but before you could leave, the boy behind Ned spoke up.

"Yeah, but you didn't have to change schools."

Ned glanced behind him and moved to let the boy come closer. Upon seeing him clearly now, you noticed his eyes were half closed, as if he were drowsy.

"___, this is Peter." Ned said, gesturing to the boy. "He's uh, he's blind."

"But not mute, I can speak for myself." Peter said.

You bit your cheek. A few people walked by, whispering and looking at the three of you. Ned and Peter must not be very popular.

"Well, it's been nice meeting you, but—"

"Hey wait a minute," Ned interrupted. "Aren't you in our Spanish class?"

You paused, remembering. "I'm not sure," you said, not liking where this was going.

"Well, Peter wasn't there because he was at the dentist this morning, but I totally remember you. We have a huge test tomorrow, is Mr. Hunter going to let you have more time to study?"

You tapped your foot anxiously. "No, I don't think so."

Ned looked sorry. "Hopefully you do well."

You assured him you would try.

"Hey, Peter and I are studying together all afternoon. You should join us." Ned's bright face clashed with Peter's sullen one.

You inwardly grimaced. If you were being honest, making friends with these boys wasn't something you were particularly interested in.

However, you were in trouble if you failed that Spanish test, which was likely if you didn't study, and you had no textbook yet to study from. If you wanted help, this might be your only way.

Reluctantly, you accepted, telling yourself that this would be a one time thing.

"Great!" Ned's face broke into a grin. "May won't mind, right Peter?"

Peter shook his head. "'course not; it's May. She'll probably adopt her or something."

So, you gathered you stuff with the boys, and made your way to the front of the school, hoping against hope that you would find other friends tomorrow.

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