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Mari,

I walked into the room.

They were all watching me.

I sat in the third chair next to a boy, he was bobbing his head to his violent rock music.

Our eyes met.

I felt terrified.

My gaze at the floor grew heavier, his music was too influencing. Just by hearing a few words made me want to find something sharp. I looked around and not one thing in the room could hurt me.

Except the boy next to me.

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