10.

I finally got to school 12 minutes later. I entered through the front gates at the same time several other students were moving into the main building, and among them was the caramel-colored hair girl from the day before. I tried waving to her, to show that there were no hard feelings. But the second she turned and recognized that I was the one calling out to her, she freaked out, yelped, and ran away frightened into the building. Honestly, I did not even know why I even tried. I already knew what she thought about me, and what she might most likely think of me for the rest of her life. But I just wanted to show her that I wasn't any of those things people said about me, and that deep down, I was actually a pretty nice person. But I never got the opportunity to do so.

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