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Lucas Karver

Holy Hell! This school is huge! Lucas thought as his indigo-colored eyes stared up at the large school building before him. He gulped a bit, marveling at the large structure before following the other students inside. Lucas lived with his divorced father, and his father had gotten half of everything out of the divorce. Due to his father's promotion, they moved to the city from the country, which meant Lucas had to leave behind all of his friends, and everything he knew. Though, Lucas wasn't going to complain. The city was his best shot at making more friends, and perhaps moving forward in his dreams of a music career. According to his father, the city they moved to was the city Lucas was born in, and where his mother still lived in. Lucas had in interest in meeting his mother. He had a wonderful relationship with his father. They got along well enough, and his father would sometimes spoil him with new CD's.
As the young sixteen year old boy walked inside, he gazed around at the worn brick walls, holding a piece of paper in his hands. He was in complete awe at the school, and it's massive size. The school back in his previous town was only half of the size of his new high school, and Lucas could only hope to make a friend to help him find his way around. He glanced down at his paper as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face.
"This school is so big... How am I supposed to know where I'm going? I don't know even know where my locker is, or where my classes are..." Lucas mumbled irritably.

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Lucas gasped as he felt someone bumping into him. The paper that was in his hand fluttered down towards the ground. He glanced up to see a dark-haired boy with the same indigo-colored yes as him. He furrowed his eyebrows in frustration for a moment before letting out a small sigh. "It's fine.. I just.. Well, I'm new here. I don't know my way around," he explained. Lucas knelt down, picking up the paper that was on the ground.
"Do you mind telling me where I could at least find my locker? It's number, uh... 243," he asked as he glanced up at Matthew. He pulled himself to his feet, patiently awaiting an answer.

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"Yeah, thanks... But, what's wrong with bottom lockers? Is someone always dropping drinks in their own lockers above it, and it leaks down into the bottom lockers?" Lucas questioned as he readjusted the backpack on his shoulder. He chuckled a bit, "I'll take my chances with the bottom locker, thanks. Anyways, this hallway, between the third and fourth classroom doors, right? Thanks again for the help! You're a lifesaver!" he thanked brightly before rushing off down the hallway.
As Lucas was walking down towards his locker, he kept thinking about the boy's strangely colored eyes. It matched his own eyes, which he inherited from his mother, or so he assumed, since his father had green eyes. Lucas had never met anyone with the same eyes as him. Even the boy's hair color matched his father's, which was something that Lucas could only think about. He let out a sigh of defeat as he shoved his unneeded notebooks into his new locker, and rushed off to try to find his classroom. There was no time to think of silly things. He had a brand new day ahead of him in the brand new school.

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Lucas sighed as he stared down at his class schedule. Photography. He was terrible at photography, and he could only mentally scold himself for not being present when his father signed his classes for him. "What terrible luck... I'm terrible at taking pictures... What if we have to display our pictures in front of the whole class? Everyone's going to make fun of me..." Lucas writhed in fear as he found the classroom he was looking for.
As he walked inside, he noticed the boy from earlier sitting in the room. He sighed with relief, thankful to know at least someone there, but also unsure if he was really as kind as he was made out to be. Lucas walked into the room, taking a seat in front of the boy, trying not to cause a scene of any kind.

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Lucas frowned and turned around in his seat towards the boy. "For your information, I wasn't here when my father signed up classes. I was at home unpacking, and my father insisted that he fill out my class schedule for me, though I told him I could've done it later!" he growled. He let out a defeated sigh, turning back around in his seat, laying his head down on the desk, staring out of the window, "I'm terrible at taking photos... That's the only reason why I hate photography is because I'm bad at it. It's more my father's hobby, not mine. I'm more of a music person.." he grumbled.
He gasped and sat up, turning back around to face the boy, "Ah, sorry! You didn't need to hear all of that! I just... I didn't mean to ramble off like I did!" he apologized. He rubbed the back of his chocolate brown hair, forcing out a nervous chuckle.

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Lucas blinked a couple of times as Matthew introduced himself and offered to help him with the class. It was almost as though he was getting a brand new friend already, despite his outburst. He gasped, feeling completely rude about not having introduced himself earlier. "Oh gosh! I haven't even introduced myself yet! Sorry! Uh.. I'm Lucas Karver! Honestly, I was born in this city, but I moved out to the country. Nice to meet you," he said, holding out his hand for a handshake.
Lucas couldn't believe he was starting to make friends already with someone from the city. This was already starting to turn out to be such a great day. He couldn't wait to get home and tell his father all about it.

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Lucas glanced down at their hands, realizing that Matty had a hold of his hand still, until he quickly let go of it. He looked up at the other male, tilting his head slightly, "Wow, and I thought I was sheltered. Well, the country isn't all too bad. It was great growing up. I had lots of friends there. Even a girlfriend back home, if you can believe that. Of course, she dumped me when she found out I was moving away... But my friends and I are trying to stay in touch through phone and email. There aren't that many opportunities in the country like there are here in the city," he explained happily.
"You see, I've always wanted to sing. Ever since I was a young boy. Music was my passion, and my father pushed me towards that dream for as long as I can remember. He bought me CD's, a portable player, and even a guitar."