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The class erupted in laughter after the infamous class clown unleashed another hilarious joke; I smiled and let out a small airy laugh. As continued to skim the science textbook writing down anything that could be important for semester exams; school was not my thing so studying was a big must. Not only academically but also socially, school was the worst. I was thrown about in a variation of stereotypes, my least favorite just happened to be the one I was mistaken for frequently was, Goth. I was quite the rocker chick, as some would say. I lived for concerts, my hair was usually dyed black, and I could be found sporting a different band shirt everyday of the week.

Today however was much different.