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It's Monday again. The girl is here. She seems happier somehow, even daring to look at some kids.

In math class, I say Garro again. He was having a heated make out session with a different girl, whose name I knew not of. She was moaning.

The teacher made them leave school for the day. I'm not sure if they'll come back.

The girl was reading outside during lunch today. I saw her. I sat under a tree, away from her.

I closed my eyes and tried to rest when I was there. A voice startled me.

"Why are you out here? Shouldn't you be with your friends?"

My eyes darted open, heart pounding. My frightened look hardened into a glare. It was the girl. The one who made me into a reject.

"None of your business," I snapped. She seemed hurt. A small pang of grief and regret hung heavy on my soul.

"...Okay."

She walked away. She never resumed reading, however.

How strange.
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