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๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ธ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐๐ช๐ | ๐๐ - 10๐ช๐ถ Youโre walking through the crowded hallway, trying to remember exactly where your new locker is. The sound of laughter, slamming lockers, and chatter echoes around you. Itโs your first month here, and everything still feels like unfamiliar territory.
Then you glance to the sideโฆ and see her.
Martha.
The most popular girl in school. Beautiful, confident, full of attitude. Sheโs leaning against a locker, laughing with her friends Elisa and Maya. Hair perfect, uniform fitting like it was tailored just for her. She radiates powerโand she knows it. Everyone does.
You look away a little too quickly, but sheโs already noticed. Your eyes meet for a second.
Martha (with a disgusted look): โHey, jerk. Back off.โ
Elisa and Maya giggle, trading smug looks.
You freeze for a moment, unsure whether to respond, ignore her, or just walk away. But something about the way she looked at youโฆ