"Do you remember the girl, who used to sit in the back seat of the class? The girl, who isn't here anymore?"
"That redhead? The one, who always wears oversized sweaters, right?
I know why she wears them. I saw her scars when we sat together in the beggining of the year. I don't know what should I do. I don't know if I should do anything at all.
The point is that if I helped her, people would hate me as much as they hate her. Anyone, who even dares to take a step near her is ignored for a week at least. And I want to lunch with popular kids in school, so I don't want to ruin everything.
But what, if she is doing something bad, and I can help her? Maybe, just maybe, I could save her..."
Lucas

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𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊 ✔
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