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I shouted at Aaron, he stopped talking a soft smile forming on his stoic face. I felt my phone buzz, and it's started playing ABBA Dancing Queen.

I answered it, Slightly embarrassed as The three looks at me weird. 

"Look behind you. " The voice of my best friend Willow spoke.

Doing as I was told I spun on my heel to come face to face, with Willow. Her short black hair covering one of her bright green eyes.

Her freckled face and rosy cheeks were honestly beautiful,  her smile was bright,  Revealing her sterling silver braces.  She hung up and ran at me.

We collided in a big hug, "WILLOW!" I shrieked to my French friend, She lived in Paris, France most of her life.  But we've known eachother since diapers!

She's obsessed with ABBA, an Sabrina Carpenter.  So since she can dance better then I've ever seen I made her ringtone Dancing Queen. It was Gasoline by Halsey, but she is out of her Suicidal state now.

I did notice her bandages showing a bit from her uniform, last time she said she cutted was 5 months ago,  she just scratches badly.

After pulling back and Willow, who is only 2 inches taller then me, standing at 5'0, smiled so brightly I think her face froze. 

"GIRL! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU'D BE HERE!" she nearly screamed, as she shaked my shoulders, the trio behind me confused.

"Guys, this is Willow, my BFF since Diapers.  She's French, or I think she is French. " I looked at her for answers, she nodded. "Half French, Half Aussie. " she said adding her normal semi  Australian accent to it. 

"How many houses?" I asked her, She is a Foster kid, so she jumps houses to houses.  The last person to take her in was a sweet old Russian lady.

She got kicked out for her, ahem, conditions.  And her big energy an out of control Magic.

She's a witch and doesn't like to control her magic, so random things will change into stuff, you might accidentally get changed to a cat, Or a pillow.

Don't ask, or you might get zapped, but she does this on her own free will.

"I say around 19. " She replied, after counting on her finger, "Wow. " was all I could say, she's 15 and been into 19 different families?! Holy crap!

I'd ask my parents to adopt her, but my dad hates her.  Why? I don't know, "how many hearts?" I asked, she looked at me before thinking.

"Around 5. " She said crossing her arms, another thing, she is kinda like a heartbreaker, mainly thanks to her moving a lot, it's not her fault.  The first one was a keeper.

I frowned at her, "Really? Oh anyway this is Garroth Ro'maeve, Aphmau and Aaron. " I said introducing her to my new friends. Willow extended a hand, "Willow Smith,  but the last name may change again. " She said with a sigh, "Why don't you use your real last name, Deeks?" I asked her and she shrugged, "I don't know. "

Garroth and them must've caught on to what we were talking about, cause they all had a strike of sympathy. "I regret asking this but, How many times?" I asked, looked at her face she looked at me opening her mouth, then shutting it.

"You won't be mad right?" She said Holding one arm with the other, "I promise. " I said lifting both hands palms facing out. "10, I tried last week. " she said, Disappointed in herself.

I frowned, but before I could speak,  the bell rug and interrupted our conversation, I sighed, "The bell rung,  what homeroom do y'all have?" I asked pulling my schedule out, I had Mr. Caleb, Willow spoke.

"I have Mr. Gavin. " She said an i frowned, "Mr. caleb. " Aphmau said,"Mr. Gavin. " The boys said, I hooked arms with Aph, "Well shall we go to homeroom?" I said waving bye to everyone me an Aph marched off to class.

Once we arrived to the classroom, I had to introduce myself, so I stood upfront. "I'm Y/n Zvahl L/n. " I spoke, some girls looked at me with nasty looks, some looked jealous, after that I walked to a empty seat by a emo kid.

But I'm not judging, just as I went to sit down, my chair was knocked out from under me,  causing me to fall onto my bum, the whole class looked at me before laughing.  I didn't care, well I did, but I kept a smile on my face, getting up I pulled my chair back and sat down.

The boy laughed a little, I scoffed before turning my attention to my book, it was Agatha Christie, Murder on the Orient express.  I've already watched the movie twice! But I love it!

Reading the book the boy tried to read it from the side, but he couldn't understand Gaelic.  Which was how I have it with this version, I have the English. But I bring my Gaelic stuff just to annoy the crap outta peeps.

I read it, flipping through the page, completely unaware of the girl standing in front of me before she ripped the book out of my hands, "Hey!" I shouted and she Flipped it upside down and right side.  "What the hell? You can't read this!" She said.

"Ar ndóigh, ní féidir leat, do saileach dúr. " ((Of course you can't, your stupid bitch.)) I was Angry, so I spoke in Gaelic at her, she looked at me, before hissing. "What did you say?" She demanded, "I said, Hand me my book, please. " I lied resting my chin on my hand.

Glaring at her with cold E/c eyes, the whole class looked at me and her, she raised a brow before flipping through the book, my hand clenched at her touching the book I was given from my Grandma, so I stood up and slammed it shut on her fake nails, a snap sounded as she yanked her hands back, some of the Acrylic nails were broken.

I opened it an done of them Clattered to the ground, I closed the book and slid it into my bag, before walking out of the class, "In ten seconds, I'll go back to being bubbly Y/n. "I whispered, as I stood in front of the music room door.

Just as the bell rung, I opened to door, ten seconds passed.  As I smiled, being the first to arrive I walked up to the teacher. Stood by her desk as we waited for everyone to file in,  I noticed Garroth, the Emo kid, and a white haired boy.  He looked in shock at me, next was Willow seeing her I waved.

And next was the one I didn't want to see, the bitch from Homeroom.

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