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Webber shook his head, even as he kept smiling. It happens sometimes with new students. Everyone assumed I was fresh off the boat from a foreign land.

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I looked down and opened my blank notebook to a random page, hoping the action would inspire an end to the conversation. Instead, Mr. I want you to stay, okay? My English is fucking perfect. And then I was given detention for using vulgar language in class. The lunch bell rang while the principal was yelling at me, so when he finally let me go I grabbed my things and bolted. I was balancing my lunch tray on my lap in a bathroom stall, my head in a viselike grip between my hands, when my phone buzzed.

It was my brother. And then he told me to get the hell out of the bathroom and come have lunch with him, apparently the school had already sent out a welcome wagon full of brand-new friends in celebration of his pretty face, and I should join him instead of hiding. And then I threw my lunch in the trash and hid in the library until the bell rang. There were two big differences between me and my brother: I shit you not, girls lined up to show my brother around the school.

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He was the good-looking new guy. The interesting boy with an interesting past and an interesting name.

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The handsome exotic boy all these pretty girls would inevitably use to satisfy their need to experiment and one day rebel against their parents. Every time I showed up, tail between my legs and my pride in the trash, it took all of five seconds for me to realize that the only reason his new lady friends were being nice to me was because they wanted to use me to get to my brother. I had to. The news cycle never let me breathe anymore. But there it was. I hated the exhausting, lonely months it took to settle into a new school; I hated how long it took for the kids around me to realize I was neither terrifying nor dangerous; I hated the pathetic, soul- sucking effort it took to finally make a single friend brave enough to sit next to me in public.

All I wanted from the world anymore was to be perfectly unremarkable. I wanted to know what it was like to walk through a room and be stared at by no one. The student body was, for the most part, a homogenous mass of about two thousand people who were apparently in love with basketball. There were oversize black-and-white numbers taped to hallway walls, signs screaming at passersby to count down the days until the first game of the season. I had no interest in basketball.

I had no idea what these asswipes looked like because I never glanced in their direction, but I was thinking seventeen, seventeen, as I got to my next class way too early and waited, in the dark, for everyone else to show up.

These, the regular injections of poison I was gifted from strangers, were definitely the worst things about wearing a headscarf.

It gave me the perfect cover for my earbuds. Music made my day so much easier. Walking through the halls at school was somehow easier; sitting alone all the time was easier.

I loved that no one could tell I was listening to music and that, because no one knew, I was never asked to turn it off. Music seemed to steady me like a second skeleton; I leaned on it when my own bones were too shaken to stand. It gave me an inexplicable kind of hope. When my last class of the day had finally assembled, I was already watching my teacher on mute.

My mind wandered; I kept checking the clock, desperate to escape. Today, the Fugees were filling the holes in my head, and I stared at my pencil case, turning it over and over in my hands. I was really into mechanical pencils. Like, nice ones. Some dude. He looked startled. I tugged the iPod out of my pocket and hit pause. Smiled, but seemed confused about it. No, I just bumped your shoulder with my book. By accident. I was trying to say sorry. I hit play on my music again. The day passed.

Not one of my classmates spoke to me, no one but the kid who accidentally assaulted my shoulder with his bio book. I walked home that day feeling both relieved and dejected. It took a lot out of me to put up the walls that kept me safe from heartbreak, and at the end of every day I felt so withered by the emotional exertion that sometimes my whole body felt shaky.

Two and a half more years, was all I could think. Two and a half more years until I could get free from this panopticon they called high school, these monsters they called people. I was desperate to escape the institution of idiots. I wanted to go to college, make my own life. I just had to survive until then. Every move we made was to bring us into a better neighborhood, into a bigger house, into a better school district with better options for our future.

They never stopped fighting, my parents. Never stopped striving. I knew they loved me. But you have to know, right up front, that they had zero sympathy for what they considered were my unremarkable struggles.

My parents never talked to my teachers. They never called my school. I ate my Cheerios. I loved my parents, I really did. But I never talked to them about my own pain.

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So I never said much anymore. I read a lot of books. Anyway, I was usually on my own. My brother, though, he was always busy. I liked my brother, though. Loved him, even.

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I survived the first three weeks at my new school with very little to report. It was unexciting. I interacted with people on only the most basic, perfunctory levels, and otherwise spent most of my time listening to music. Flipping through Vogue. I was really into complicated fashion that I could never afford and I spent my weekends scouring thrift stores, trying to find pieces that were reminiscent of my favorite looks from the runway, looks that I would later, in the quiet of my bedroom, attempt to re-create.

Only a few mistakes i saw with that! But it was very well put together and written very well! Definitely glad that i found it at goodwill! I would definitely read this! Old or young it is just a well written series and it will stay with me. I cannot wait for this book! This series is by far the best I have ever read!

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