By the time that we had arrived at school and it had started I had gotten over her not so funny joke. I sat on my chair, took out my homework, and put my head down like I always do. My mind couldn’t help but wander back to Charlotte, despite her little habit with jokes, she was generally a good and charming person. She was pretty much the opposite of me, always cheerful to a fault. She never seemed to have bad moods, she was motivated and friendly and most of all, pretty. She had the type of brown eyes that seemed to captivate you more than any other color could even begin to, despite them being a relatively common color of eye. She had freckles all over her face and what seemed to be perfect features. All of this is what makes her so charismatic. I couldn’t never stay mad at her because of that. My mind eventually ended up wandering from Charlotte and back to the body. It was too real. Something about the liveliness of the body didn’t sit right with me. You can kind of tell when something is fake or real with a glance, and that supposedly fake body didn’t feel fake at all. I hung onto this thought until class pried my attention away from it, but it still lingered in the back of my mind.

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