A young boy left his school via the back door, fifteen minutes after everyone else had left, and there was a reason for this.
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A young boy left his school via the back door, fifteen minutes after everyone else had left, and there was a reason for this. At his school Andros was, well he was different, nothing big, he just listened to different music, dressed differently and had, and this was probably the most noticeable thing about him, green hair. He liked the way he dressed, he liked what he listened to, and he liked his hair, too bad nobody else did. "Great," he muttered under his breath as he noticed a group of kids standing near the back gate, he wondered who was going to beat him up today. As he got closer he noticed the dark blue jackets, the Jocks. There was no point in running, he'd tried that before, and fighting back didn't work to well either, not against guys these size, and 'standing up to them' was just...

