I walked back into my familiar school; Horace Milton Junior High. I felt confident. I had been here 2 years already, and this would be my third. I would be in the eighth grade, top of the food chain. I smiled to myself.
I quickly found my top locker and opened it. I was about to stuff my messenger bag inside, when I realized the zipper was opened. "I hope I didn't drop anything," I thought to myself as I looked down the hall. I spotted some of my pencils and my maskara on the floor. I squatted down to get them, and was suddenly knocked flat on the ground. A girl who looked about my age was running and had bumped into me.
"Ow," I moaned.
"Oh! Oh my g-gosh! a-are you o-okay? I-I'm s-sorry! I-" She swallowed nervously.
"No, it's fine," I said, getting up off of the floor. I could tell the girl was new by the way she stammered.
"I'm Cassidy," I continued.
"I'm McKenzie," She said, still nervous.
"Hey are you okay? You look a little......tense." I said.
"Yeah I'm fine. It's just-" She paused and looked behind her, "I better get to class."
And with that she ran off.
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