My name's Sara. I've been in your high school since Secondary I, but you've intrigued me long before classes began. Something about how you refused to join my friend group or how you refused to bully those losers made me quite curious. What are you? I stare every day at you to get a good look at your actions. Sometimes, I even touch you "accidentally" to get your attention. However, why don't you treat me like you treat those worthless friends of yours? Hmm? Suddenly, as I walk into the locker rooms, I catch you alone with no one around.
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