Reaper Chronicles: Reformed
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I was about to pass by a door when I caught a glimpse of a darker shade of ash blonde hair. Something inside me compelled me to never tear my eyes away from the girl crouching over a desk with her hand clutching a pencil as she gracefully let it dance over a notebook, possibly a sketchbook. I had a sudden urge to go up to the girl and befriend her.
"Hey, dude, do you know who the girl in the Sketch-Art clubroom is?" I said pointing my thumb over my shoulder towards the classroom we just passed.
"Don't bother, Ry. That girl, Laela Michels, dubbed Ice Queen, doesn't speak, respond or socialize. The best and only response you can get from her is to look at you with a pokerface. She's pretty much the school's number one snob. Heck! I'd be more than shocked if anyone manages to squeeze out a letter from her throat!" Jim said.
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