Steven

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I come from a world where I choose what makes up my life. I'm quiet but actually, I sometimes have an urge to go out and do something out-there. Her eyes were a deep green, and her hair was the lightest brown as was her skin. She was quiet and I just recently found that she is smart. The bell rings and I start to walk to the other room. I enter the door and sit in the very back. This classroom has individual seats. The teacher hands us all sheets of paper, that I quickly get to work on. I stopped to think about this girl. I want to be her friend, but she's too quiet to move into this. I look around and she is in the seat to the right of me. I gently tap on her shoulder and she looks up. "Do you wanna hang out at lunch?" I ask. "Yeah" wow I got a yeah not a sure. And that's kind of how this friendship started.

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