Of course a new student would get lost in a sea of two thousand faces. No one is curious about the new girl walking in with a strong, yet graceful gait. Especially not during first period. I take in her oversized black hoodie, her paint-splattered black converse–so cool. The new girl’s hair is black and curly, framing her pretty face—

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Oh shit, here she comes. 

I stay as still as possible as she passes me. I get a whiff of lavender and my-dreams-come-true. I would give anything just to hold her in my arms for even just for a moment.