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Your P.O.V (but in like 2nd person)
"Braden?" You asked yourself. You quickly nodded, escaping your birth name of Opal. As quickly as you could, you logged onto Instagram, and posted @_musicchan_ (shhhh...I'm shamelessly advertising) "I'm changing my name to Braden! Sounds cool right :3?"
You posted it, and shut off your phone, getting ready for another day in hell.
(okay now switching to first sorry)
As I walked up the main stairs into my highschool, I fiddled with my snake bites, and when I walked in, a lot of freshmen and sophmores gawked.
"She's breaking the rules..." A kid whispered. Yeah, you aren't allowed to have piercings. I'm a junior, so what does it matter? No one gives a shit once you get into your junior year. I rounded the corner, dragging myself up a flight of stairs, just to run into a brownish-blonde haired kid. I quickly stepped back onto the landing, as he mumbled a "sorry". Before he could go anywhere, I grabbed his arm.
"What grade are you in?" I asked, cautiously. He was a bit taller than me (no shit. I'm 5'5, and he's like 5'10 with his hair), but then again, I'm kind of the "out awkward tough kid". He mumbled "junior", and I let him go. As he walked by, I gave him a curious look.
I slammed my locker shut, and turned around to see my best friend Ryan glaring at me. Before I could even open my mouth she said "You scared the hell out of Kyle!" "Kyle?" I asked. I suddenly put two and two together. "YOU MEAN I FUCKING SCARED KYLE DAVID HALL?!" I yelled, getting weird looks. She nodded. Oh my shit, I am stupid.