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This was originally posted on TuckDixie's page, this was a join account with my friend and I however we lost the password and account information and cannot get back in ;(
I am reposting on my personal page in hopes to pick this back up again as in rereading this chapter, now a few years later, I see potential!
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There is this weird girl in my class, her name is Lacy and the only reason I know that is from roll call. All the girls talk about her, picking fun, I'm sure. All of the guys wonder what she looks like, rumors have spread. I've never actually seen her face, no one has, she always has her hood over it. I'm pretty surprised that the teachers don't make her take it off, it is against dress code after all. Her hair is always tucked up in the hood, if she even has any. The oversized black hoodie stops just over her knees, covering part of the black jeans she wears, what seems like daily. Her worn, black converse shuffle across the classroom as she makes her way to her seat. She never talks. She never shows her face. Never gets called on. Just does her work, then shuffles back out of the room. That's how it's been all of high school. Until today.
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