Michael and I sit down by what I assume were going to be my new friends. I notice that he is still holding my wrist, so I pull it away. He slumps a little and then waves his hand around in the general direction of everyone.
They nod simultaneously as each one of them mumble their names.
"Kye." (Looks really disgusting. Shirtless, and has super-long, greasy hair.)
"Bella." (Scene girl. Pink hair, Tokio Hotel tutu/tank dress... thing.)
"Adam." (Cute, but totally gay. Eighties-esque bangs, and a small rainbow-colored stud in his right ear.)
"Alexia." (Hot, I suppose. I mean, I'm straight, but I bet guys would think she's hot. Purple t-shirt, black Roxy hoodie, and skinny jeans.)
"Carr." (Has to be at least half-Hispanic. He's got a slight accent, and rolls the R's at the end of his name. I wonder if it's short for anything.)
"And I'm Michael." He smiles as me and glances behind him as if he's expecting someone else to show up. No one does, and he looks relieved.
I look around the circle one more time, thinking everyone's name as I glance at them. "I'm Kamarie," I say nervously. I can't lie, emo kids have always kind of scared me. Wait, how many of them were actually emo kids? I guess Kye's more just... gross. And Bella's more scene than emo, but whatever.
"Hi Kamarie," they say. It sounds like an AA meeting.
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