Ajax felt his hand tremble violently as he took the dreaded piece of paper from the teacher, Mr. Sykes. He gripped it, wrinkling the paper. It felt like a walk of shame as he went back to his seat. "Shit," he whispered to himself as he settled back into his seat. He dropped the paper onto the cool table top of his desk and clenched his trembling hands. Aj needed them to stop shaking so badly. And everyone needed to stop looking at him, not that they were but his insecurities said that everyone was. He took a spare glance at the still empty seat beside him. Aj had no idea who his partner for this godawful group project. Nor did he know where the hell he was. Aj's heart was pounding violently and his conscious screamed at him, "Of course they're not here. Who would want to partner up with a mute and antisocial freak?" his mind screamed in a whisper. Aj shook the thoughts away, knowing that wasn't the case. There was a very slim chance that anyone knew him as the person he was before his mother died.
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