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Name:
Age: 17(?)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: 
Look: 
Personality:
Strenghts: 
Weaknes: 
Family:
Other:

Min mall:
(Jag skriver inte personlighet och sånnt för det brukar oftast inte bli som jag hade tänkt mig)
Name: Michael
Age: 17(?)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Look: 
Personality: -
Strenghts: -
Weaknes: -
Family: Mom only. No siblings.
Other: Never really smiles. Insecure. Bullied at school for his sexuality. Has a shit life at home.

Okej, INGEN annan än vi läser (om någon liten sak skulle råkat klicka in sig här ) Min engelska är sämst så du kommer ändå inte förstå något vem du än är.

Name: Luke
Age: 17(?)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: bisexuality
Look: and always a faked smile on his lips
Personality:
Strenghts: brave, understanding.
Weaknes: jealous
Family: Dad and mom. His dad can be very violent.
Other: Luke has growing up by his own, nobody has really notice he was there. He try to hide his sorrow with the smile on his lips.

Okay jag börjar då btw kolla in min mall jag la till lite
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I open my eyes and groan. I didn't know beds were this uncomfy. When I look around I get confused. Where the hell am I? I Groan again as realisation hits me. I fell asleep on the toilet floor. Fuck. I groggily stand up and look in the mirror. I look awful. As always. But I look even more awful today. My clothes are totally weirdly stuck on my body from sleeping with them on and my hair is a complete mess. I sigh and splash clod water in my face. Then I brush my theeth and fix my hair. I unlock the bathroom door and look around. No one here. Pew. I change to a black tank top with the white text "destroy yourself see who gives a fuck" on and a pair of black skinny jeans that are ripped on the right knee.
I look myself in the mirror one more time and wish that I could look good. The only thing I was would be cute but im just ugly. Really.
I sigh and head to school after seeing if my mom was passed out somewhere. She was. As always.

My pulse blev higher and higher, something is here, something who wants to kill me. I don´t see it but i can feel it. Then a really enoying noise take over my head. I can´t make it stop. I woke up and throw the alarm clock in the wall. Always the same dream, always the same life. I go upstairs and take an icecold shower. In normal days i wouldn´t care, but today is different. This should be my first day in school and i don´t know anybody. Why was my dad supposed to take that job? I already my friend in North Carolina. She was my only friend and I love her more then anything.

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Ledsen om du inte fattade något.

It was great haha

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I put down my backpack next to me on the ground as I sit down in a seat at the back ofthe classroom. Im here first, as always. Well at least no one can get to me in the morning.
At that time the teacher walk in.
"Oh, morning Michael." She smiles at me. "Early as always I see."
"Yeah. I mumble and start to doodle on my english book.

Har lite bråttom så orkar inte rätta texten fixar det sen
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The door is right in front of me. I take a deep breath and let my fingers touch it. I don´t feel ready for this at all. I was a bit too late and the lesson has allready start, which I was happy for because nobody can say that i take their seats.

I don´t know how long I stand like this, but when I finally get in it was only a few minutes. The teacher stand in front of the board and speaks about verbs. I try to close the door carefuly but my new class has already seen me.
"Welcome, you must be Luke. I expect you for ten minutes ago but thats okay I guess. You can sit here." The teacher say and pointed on an empty place.

The only empty spot is next to me which the teacher points to the new kid - Luke apparently - to sit at. I gulp and scoot a bit away from the empty chair as Luke walks torwards it.

I sat at the place the teacher has pointed out. Beside me sat a boy who look like he dosn´t belong here. All of him was just different. Alot of students wisper in front of me but i pretend like I don´t hear them, as always.

I glance up at the boy. I would say beautiful but he leans more at the good looking way. I wonder if he... No. No one cares about me or wants to talk to me. I sigh and look down at my desk again.

Nu skriver just den här texten på svenska mjehehe *gangster*

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Jag kvävde en gäspning. Vi var bara inne på dagens tredje lektion och jag höll redan på att somna. Det blev inte bättre att lektionen var historia, ett ämne jag aldrig skulle förstå mig på. Några tjejer hade kommit fnittrande efter mig under rasterna och börjat fråga mig allt mellan himmel och jord men de försvann snabbt när de märkte att jag inte var intresserad. Precis som jag vill ha det. Nästan alla i klassen verkade så utseénde fokuserade och ytliga.