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I sat down on the old leather seat, ignoring the chaotic yells from the back. It’s why I sat at the front, people usually don’t bother me. The bus slowly started moving, like it did everyday. I just pulled out my phone, pulling up YouTube. Pugging my earbuds in, I put on some calming music, trying to ignore the loud voices screaming in the background. Today was gonna be a long day. I checked my pocket for my fidget ring, sliding it carefully on my ring finger. It was tight, but not tight enough that it couldn’t go on. Maybe, just maybe, today Skeppy would actually show up for once.
“Geez, Techno, you look like you ran fifty miles to the bus stop!” Skeppy exclaimed, I raised an eyebrow. “Your hair looks terrible!” I just chuckled, running a hand through it.
“I was fidgeting with it too much, I guess.” Skeppy sighed, I laughed. “Anyways, how did Bad get you to come today?”
“Threatened me with a throwing knife, he’s pretty good with them.” I laughed at his escapades.
“You need to start coming more, I need some to bully over them being a simp.” Skeppy burst into excuses, I just kept laughing at them.
“Morning classes! Please head to your homeroom.” I waved goodbye to Skeppy as I walked towards my class. Room 5, you can hear it before you can see it. Opening the door, I saw some popular kid standing on a desk, and I just ignored him. The teacher walked in, and I could tell they were in a bad mood. Their grumpy face was somehow even grumpier.
“Hello, everyone. Today we have a new assignment. A group project.” The class groaned, I was groaning, too. Group projects are not my forte, especially with this class. Everyone was too loud, and I could never think. “Your project is to fill out a paper,” she said, handing the paper out, “about your partner. And I will assign partners. Let me read the list.” I zoned out, hearing a bunch of names pass by me. “-Technoblade!” I heard her yell, causing me to zone back in. “I just said your partner, and you’re zoned out again. You’re with Tommy.” Great. I just ignored her. “Start the project!”
“Ew, social interaction.” I said, seeing a blonde man sit next to me.
“Alright, ‘Technoblade’, can we agree not to be friends after this?” The kid asked.
“Of course. I like to be by myself.” I wrote down their name. ‘Tommy Innit’. Weird name, I thought. “Well, let’s get this going.”