anda were lost in the sea of unfamiliar people, in the long gray hallway, lined with the ugly lockers.
So far, your first hari at your new school wasn’t going so well.
You felt your body slam into the cold, metal locker. Your buku fell to the floor with a thud.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” anda hear a boys voice say. “Let me… “He locks eyes with you. “…help you.” He finally finishes.
The bel, bell rings, and the flood of kids seem to have disappeared.
“Thanks,” anda say, feeling the heat of your cheeks. “You’re going to be late.”
“Nah, it’s fine.” he shrugs. He leans down to...
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