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Many of the Rosefell students did not return Richie’s attempts at pleasantries, in fact, most of them just returned his smiles and nods with scowls and eye-rolls. It seemed like fitting in would be an uphill battle. He looked to his best friend for some support, but he seemed to be in some deep thought so the blond just continued on. 

Just as they reached the front doors of the decrepit building, the sound of screeching tires could be heard all over the schoolyard. Richie turned to see what had made the ruckus, his blue eyes widened in shock and mild horror as he saw his mother’s car and in it: his mother and cousin with horrified look plastered on their faces. It seems like they had almost hit a student on their way to park.  

He opened his mouth as if to say something but nothing came out, he wanted to go over and yell at his mother, but he also didn’t really want to let people know he was part of that mess. Why in the world was his mother driving?! Anyone would have been a better ride for his cousin. He reminisced back to all of his near-death experiences while being driven to lacrosse practice and how he made his father promise to never let his mother drive again.

He turned back around choosing to ignore it and hoping the situation would resolve itself somehow. Instead, he patted Marcos on the back signaling to enter the building. As they did he noticed that the inside matched the outside, the paint was chipping from the walls and the floor was scuffed from the thousands of students that had walked on them. Richie shot his friend another concerned look before continuing on towards the table cluttered with papers and nametags. Behind the table, a tired-looking member of the faculty stared back at them and asked [color=white] “Name?”[/color] in a monotone voice.

[color=D28C5B]“Uh… Richard Diedrikson”[/color] The blond stated smiling turning on his charm. Even though it went over the older woman’s head it seemed as she just nodded quickly and threw over a tag with his name and a photocopied map of the school. 

[color=white]“You can sit over there and wait until your guide comes and picks you up… next!”[/color] the graying lady gestured for him to move out of the way. Richie shrugged and headed to the bench that she had pointed to as Marcos got what he assumed to be the same treatment that he had just gotten. He looked down at the sticker that bore his full name. His eyebrows knitted together. The more he saw it he didn’t like how it looked, he started digging around in his book bag until he found a pen. With it, he scribbled over what was written on it and wrote instead[color=D28C5B] “Richie. D”[/color]. He figured it wouldn’t matter… it’s not like he would introduce himself as Richard anyway.         

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