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It started a few months ago, back when Spencer was the new kid. His parents decided to move at the worst time possible. There were only 5 days left of school and he was blessed with the opportunity to attend those few days. In retrospect this was a great way to make friends, at least that's what his parents told him, but when you're Spencer, who sucked at making friends, that was the last thing you'd want.
He knew why- everyone thought he was weird- and most of him didn't care, but there was still that small ounce of him that did. That small part of him that longed for friends. Being alone is great, but it's always nice to have someone to lean on when things get rough.
He sighed, how was he going to do this?
He sat on his bed, chewing on a pencil, thinking. Earlier in the week he'd signed up for a film project, everyone who signed up was assigned a word, with that word they had to create a video centered around it; the final project would be grand.
But there was one oh so tiny problem: vehement, that was Spencer's word. He didn't even know what it meant….. Okay apparently it was a “showing of strong feeling,” but how the heck was he supposed to make a video about that?
Times like this were the rough things he meant.
“Ughh,” he groaned.
On the bright side, he had until June to work on the thing-a few months- so he'd get around to it, eventually.
Reluctantly, he turned his office his blue laptop, adorned with various stickers he'd collected over the years, grabbed his bag, and ran to catch the bus, he couldn't be late again. School had started only a few weeks ago, and he'd already been late several times- not the best way to start off the year. Eventually though, he'd just stop caring.
He stood on the corner, at the bus stop, and waited impatiently, hoping he hadn't missed the bus. The bus came at a range of times, so you could never really be sure, it was all a matter of luck.
After a few minutes of waiting a bus appeared. Spencer looked at his watch; the bus looked deserted.
Okay, so it's definitely time for school, he thought.
Cautiously, he got on the bus, then he noticed; everyone was crowded towards the back for one reason or another. A part of him wondered why, but another part of him couldn't give a shit, so he did the most logical thing: pushed in his earbuds to try and drown out everything. Moments like these made him desperately wish he had a car.
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He took a step into the room, also strange; class was empty, just like the bus, but not normal empty, no one, including the teacher was there.
He wondered, is my watch wrong? But no, his watch was not broken, the school day was.
A few minutes passed and a girl walked in, Spencer recognised her from a few of his classes. She had short brown hair, wore glasses and had what appeared to be a mole on her forehead.
She didn’t look phased at all by the empty class, and took her seat.
Maybe she'll know, the boy wondered. Before he could change his mind he walked over to where she sat.
“Uh, hey,” Spencer started, “where is everyone?”
“Oh,” she said, looking up in surprise, “guess you haven't heard.”
“Billy Joe Cobra goes here now,” she explained.
“Billy who?” Spencer asked, confused.
Before the girl could respond a voice appeared, accompanied by many other voices- it was the rest of the class, and that Billy guy.
“Now, now Brodom, there's plenty of The Cobra to go around,” the guy said, taking a seat at the front of the room, all the other students trying to crowd around him.
Hearing them come in, Spencer mentally groaned.
“Guess that answers my question,” he joked keeping his attention on the girl. He had no interest in this Billy guy, and wanted to stay as far away as possible. Besides, he couldn't see him even if he wanted to, there were so many kids crowded around him, some not even from this class.
The girl smiled. “You're Spencer right?“ she asked.
“The one and only,” Spencer muttered sarcastically. “And you're…”
“Shanilla.”
Spencer wasn't good with names, or faces really. He could recognise a face, or a name, but put them together and he was hopeless. No one paid attention to him, so he didn't feel the need to pay attention to them. He lived in his own little world of zombies and monsters.
Class went on, a sub never came, and
things were hectic, but Spencer did make a friend, so it wasn't a total loss, and eventually class did come to an end, which could also make a day better. But there was also one thing that could completely ruin a day, and that thing was Ponzi.
The office was plain, it had a bookshelf, and a desk, and was painted variations of beige; Spencer hated going in there.
“Am I in trouble? ” Spencer asked, puzzled, slowly walking into the man's office.
“Ahh, Spencer Wright,” the man started, turning around in his big chair.
“Heh…”
“I've got a proposal for you,” Ponzi continued.
“Which is?” Spencer asked, a bit suspicious.
“Well, you know how Billy Joe Cobra goes here now,” Ponzi started, clasping his hands together.
Spencer nodded.
“Well, his parents have requested a guide for him, and I think you'd be the best fit for the job.”
“What? Me, why?” Spencer stuttered out, “there are so many other people that would rather do it.”
“Yes, and that is precisely why I want you to do it,” Ponzi explained.
“But-”
“You see Mr. Wright, high school is a place full of two kinds of people: there are the popular ones, like Billy Joe Cobra, and then there are the nobodies, like you and a hand full of other students-”
“Where are you going with this?” Spencer interrupted, annoyed.
“Its your last year of high school Mr. Wright, don't you want to feel important for once, you only go to high school once, might as well end it on good terms,” the man continued.
Spencer was quiet for a moment, what the hell? Since when did Ponzi have an interest in him? It was probably just some kind of a ploy; to get him to say yes. And if it was, it was working.
“I- I mean, I guess but-”
“Very well then, it's settled, good day Spencer,” and with that Ponzi was done with the conversation.
Spencer stood outside the man's office, taken aback for a moment.
So I guess I'm doing this then, Spencer thought to himself.
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So how was this supposed to work? Did he just go up to the guy and introduce himself?
Way to get laughed at doofus, he thought, mentally face palming himself. That plan was out of the question.
He then saw the guy walking out