Nick Taylor

I sat outside on the grass behind the Octavius Crystal School of Music. My raven black hair had just barely been cut to a pixie cut so I was still getting used to it.

My name is Nicole but I go by Nick because I'm not a fan of my name. My parents sent me here because lately I've learned how to play the drums and I'm really good at it I just don't tell anyone else I can do it. You see all my friends think that anyone who plays an instrument that is not a guitar is a freak. I know what you're thinking why do I even stay with them if I can't be myself around them? Well the thing is that being a freak is one of my biggest fears. I don't know why it just scares me that if they find out then I won't be popular anymore. So that's why I'm here. To fine my true self. That is, acording to my parents.

I had already dropped my things off in my room in the South Tower and came out here to just sit. And be alone. I hoped that I wouldn't become one of the "lower class" students.

I stood up and made my way back to the school praying that I'll be ready for whatever happens.

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