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Skip quickly walked down the hall, covering their face to try and stop the flow of blood coming out of their nose. Of course it was their luck to get a nosebleed that stained their clothes and got everywhere on their 1st week of their new school, at least it was Friday though.
Remembering the directions they were given they made their way to the nurses office. They step inside it and uncover their face, looking at their now bloody hands. It looked like they committed a murder.
They glanced around the small room, only seeing a boy with his face buried in his hands, presumably crying. Taking a step closer they realize the boy was Jeremy Heere, who they shared some classes with.
“Uh…” they spoke up, causing Jeremy to jump and look up at them, his face red and tear stained. “Where's the nurse?”
Jeremy pointed to the door just as the nurse walked in, holding a cup of water. She handed the cup to Jeremy and turned around, jumping slightly at the bloody sight in front of her.
“Oh my, what happened to you?” She asked, eyeing their bloody clothes and hands.
“My nose started bleeding.” They said slowly, hoping they spoke correctly. The nurse nodded and handed them a box of tissues.
“Take these and sit down next to Jeremy, I'll call your parents for some new clothes,” she said, pointing to the empty seat next to a now less freaked out Jeremy. They took the box and sat down, wiping off their hands before putting some up to their nose to try and stop some of the bleeding.
“What's your name?” She asked them.
“Uh, Sara…” they spoke the name they hated so much. The nurse looked at them sceptically, probably assuming they were a boy, before typing ‘Sara’ into the computer.
“And last name?”
“Parks,” they responded, putting a new tissue up to their nose. The nurse typed ‘Parks’ into the computer. They could see their info pop up, including full name, parents names and phone numbers, address, and other stuff.
“That's a lot of middle names,” the nurse commented, writing down their mom's phone number. They had to admit, she was right. Their full name was Sara Quinn Umber Ivy Parks, it was honestly absurd.
The nurse walked out of the room to go call their mom, leaving them and Jeremy alone. They began looking at Jeremy, taking in his appearance. Short brown hair that was really greasy, blue eyes, a blue jacket just big enough to cover his hands, a pair of jeans with a hole on one knee, dirty black converse. They had to lean a little to see his shirt but once they did their face lit up. He was wearing a NASA T-shirt, and as someone who loved space they couldn't help but comment.
“I like your shirt,” they said, getting a new tissue for their now slowing down nose bleed.
“Oh, um,” Jeremy looked down at his shirt. “Thanks,” he said, his voice still rough from crying. They don't know why but they just had to tell him some space fact, so they spoke again.
“Did you know that the mars rover Curiosity sung happy birthday to itself every year?”
“Really?”
“Yeah!” They began talking about it for what felt like forever, Jeremy silently nodding along and occasionally asking questions. They got to an ending point in their rant as the nurse walked back in holding clean clothes for them.
“Here, you can go change in that room and then go back to class,” she said, handing them the clothes. They nodded. Before getting up they turned to Jeremy.
“Wanna hang out tomorrow at lunch?” They asked.
“Sure,” he responded. They nodded and got up, heading to the bathroom connected to the nurses office to change.
Finally, a friend in this new place.