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The Odd One Out

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LETTURE 80
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Parti 8
Tempo 1h 5m

Fourteen-year-old Austin Atalanta La Rue has never fit in with her family. All of her family looks the same, until she's born. Austin's only seven minutes older than her twin sister, Zendaya, and is two years younger than her older brother, Johnny. All of them, her parents, brother and sister, have the same dark brown hair and pale complexion. All except Austin. She has golden hair, tan skin, and was taller than the average height. But her eyes are the must stunning; near her pupils the irises are gray, which fades into green, which fades into blue, which fades into gold, which feather out. Austin has dimples with a few freckles and peach lips.

All her life, Austin has been teased because of her name. "Oh, Austin isn't a girl's name!" They would tease. "But I make it a girl name." She would shout back. 

Another HUGE difference between her and her sister is they are hardly anything alike. Zendaya prefers popularity and is the most popular girl in their middle school, where as Austin prefers her little group of four friends. Zendaya is completely boy-crazy while Austin sticks to "friend-zoning" them. Zendaya likes cheerleading and shopping; Austin likes anything that has to do with sports and reading. The two really only have one thing in common: their love for music. 

Austin has the most beautiful voice ever and Zendaya can play the piano and guitar better than anyone in her band class. The only flaw with their passion was Austin made Zendaya swear she would tell no one Austin could sing; Zendaya expressed herself in music.

No matter what she looks like, Austin is "equal in weight" with her family. After all, "equal in weight" is what Atalanta means.Tutti i diritti riservati

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They're in high school. It's a wlw story. Willow isn't exactly a nerd, but she's one of the smarter kids-brown curls, 172 cm, quiet, private. What no one knows is that she's the daughter of Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce. She keeps her head down, her circle small, because if people ever found out, it would be chaos-phones, rumors, fake friends. She's fine fading into the background. Then there's Olivia: the cheerleader everyone notices. Blonde, golden, 165 cm, always laughing too loud with her friends, perfectly posed without trying. The kind of girl who owns the hallway. Everyone either wants to be her-or be with her. Willow kind of wants both. They're not really friends, but in shared classes they drift toward each other. Sit in the back. Trade notes. Whisper jokes that no one else gets. Sometimes it almost feels like something real-until the bell rings and Olivia goes back to her world. Outside class, she's all bright smiles and boyfriends, pretending Willow doesn't exist. Willow tells herself it's fine, but every glance, every too-long touch, every half-smile gets harder to shake. She knows Olivia's not for her. But she can't stop wondering-if that look meant something, if the hand brush in class wasn't an accident, if Olivia knows exactly what she's doing. And soon, Willow's going to find out.