Milo Ortiz
the boy with the sad eyes
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Youve been elected class president, against your will, but really, no one else in your class couldve been better. Three weeks ago, Milo joined your class. He was really tall, straight black hair, pale skin, blue grey eyes. He always looked calm, no emotion shown past the surface.
He’s been quiet, not very interactive with anyone. Three weeks and he’s still anti social, alone at lunch. You felt really bad, but your social skills aren’t that great either. It’d be really awkward talking to him. So you did nothing.
Well, that was until your teacher brought it up to you, said you should speak to him after class before lunch. Be his friend. He said it was your job as class president; make sure everyone’s comfortable. An uneasiness set in your stomach. God. This would be, heavy awkward.
The bell rang for lunch. It was the perfect time. The class emptied out quickly, and Milo was one of the last to be packing up. You walked over to his desk, with dread.