The moment I woke up and discovered that it was a school day I felt an uneasy feeling in my stomach as I knew it would be another day of getting bullied for not talking. I had art class 1st period followed by math. Art class is the only subject in which I actually excel because it allows me to put every feeling I can't communicate with anybody else onto a piece of paper. Math class is not going to be much different than usual is the feeling that i thought while walking through the hallways of this somewhat lavish private school, i was never perfect in school but i was never really the worst when it came to academics, however when i walked through the doors of my math class my teacher ricardo james told me to report to the principal's office asap, fearing the worst i walked with bated breaths throughout the declining hallways of the school. I walked through the doors of the principal's office and sat down in the appointed chair. In the chair next to me I saw a student whom I have never seen before. The principal’s name is James Davis but the students just call him Principal Davis, while the teachers just call him mr. davis. Principal davis in an excited tone of voice said “that’s will carter is our new transfer student from another high school of ours and i am asking you to give him a tour of the school since our student government is hard at work” sensing that it would just be easier to give the tour instead of arguing with the principal i caved in and agreed to give the tour

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