Chapter 1

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In my class, 9th grade, there wasthis girl, she was always really happy and kind, she was helpful, smart, loyal and trustworthy. She stood up for her friends and helped her classmates. It was very rare to see her in a bad mood because she was always smiling. If someone was sad or feeling down she always asked what was wrong and helped when no one else cared, she always noticed. It was like a gift she had, she rarely helped those who didn't like her. It was very obvious but she didn't pick fights. She usually ended them very quickly. Most people respected her, she was never alone unless she chose to.

One day when this girl entered the classroom i noticed how her eyes were puffy and red. I was one of those who rarely got noticed, but noticed everyone else. She walked over to her seat and sank down in her chair, it was the first time i've seen her in ahoodie with it over her head. She had cried, her friend noticed but didn't say anything. The girl sniffled, she looked down at her desk for some reason. I didn't want to care, but it was like god forced me to. I didn't focus on what the teacher said that lesson, he might've called out my name. I didn't remember. The only thing that was clear was the girl, the girl with red, puffy eyes.

During lunch i overheard her and her friend talking. It was something about a test we were gonna have, but the girl didn't sound very interested.
"Hey Emily... You know the math test we'll have later today?" Her friend asked the girl who was called Emily.
".. What? Oh.. Yea..?" Emily replied confused.
"Did you study anything?" She asked very curiously.
"No.. Not really, i was.. kind of busy.."Emily replied with avery weak and quiet voice.
" Do you uhh.. Mind if i sit alone this lunch?"
"Of course not! Sure, i'll leave you be."

Emily and her friend separated from each other and Emily sat down by one of the tables near the walls of the cafeteria and for some reason i sat down right behind her table. I wanted to help her. But what if she didn't need help?

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