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I’ve always suffered fro directionally challenged It’s self-diagnosed of course, but I’, so it’s not reallythis h School

The warning bell rings and aniroups and lockers and head to class Shit I’ to be late and I still have no idea where my first class is It doesn’t help that I can only walk so fast since I hurt

When I got here this , the curt secretary sent me off with noa new school airl, eat h senior year without drawing too much attention to myself Not that I’d be able to read the ed

Pulling out ain, I see that the name printed at the top reads Amelia Collins It’s a pretty na used to

I reread the roo it againat ravated breath as I realize I only have five et to class before I’m late

“Screw it,” Ilate

Not really paying attention to where I’ trees slash teenage boys They’re talking and joking ah the halls as if they own the whole school Without slowing down, I hug close to one wall, and reach into rab my map Instantly, I’ just short of falling on ns a stupid wall to stick out like that?

My belongings have poured out everywhere, and I grab the around, only to co both hard and human, if the colorful curses are any indication My stuff crashes onto the floor again as the pain in my ribs intensifies

Great Just freaking great

“Are you blind? Can’t you see I alking here?” a voice growls

My eyes eous guy I have ever seen He’s atrees I saw before—tall with broad shoulders, a scowl plastered on his face

His attitude sucks He was equally at fault, if not more, since the skyscrapers had to walk in a horizontal line in the hall, but I seriously don’t want to draw any more attention to myself