Anna walked the hallway like a queen lost in her own crumbling kingdom. Was she heading to her class? Probably. Hopefully. Maybe fate wasn’t that cruel today. Unless—the school changed room numbers again. (Which, let’s be real, it would.)
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Then she saw her. A tiny girl clutching books like life depended on them. The Nerd. Siona.
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Anna tilted her head and walked up—not like a bully, but not like a friend either. Just… Anna.
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“Where’s our class?” Her voice was low. Not sharp. Not soft. Just… real.
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The girl flinched, squeaked, and pointed.
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Anna blinked. Paused. Then—“Thanks.”
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Not out of habit. Out of choice. Because Anna wasn’t always cruel. Not to the ones like her. The soft ones. The kind ones.
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She found the classroom and stepped inside.
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Desk hunt: initiated.
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Back row? Enemy territory. Smelled like perfume and trauma. Middle row? Laughter zone. Home of the fake royals. First row? Ugh. Fine.
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And there she was again—the Nerd. Now trying to blend into her textbook like camouflage.
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Anna sighed. Dramatically. Loud enough for karma to hear.
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She flopped into the seat like a queen exiled from her own throne. Eyes to the window. Face blank. Heart… not so much.
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Her thoughts drifted—to her poetry book, to her sketchbook, to Pinky, to Leo the Poop King. (Don’t ask. Royal reasons.)
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She had no friends. Not really. But maybe that was okay. Or maybe she just stopped trying.
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Because when people looked at her, they didn’t see the girl who said “thanks” to nerds. Or the girl who used to outrun the wind. They saw: cold, rude, arrogant.
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Instead of—never mind.
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She turned from the window. And froze.
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That gaze again. It wrapped around her like invisible hands. Watching. Studying. Chilling her to the bone.
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She looked. Nothing. Just noise. Lights. Laughter.
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But something inside her whispered—It’s real.
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And her mind hissed back—You’re being dramatic again.
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She shut her eyes and told herself not to shiver.
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Hey readers..chapter4 updated what you think about it?..
who is making those weird noises?..
is Anna really are friendless?..
is she really are rude?..
who is behind this all?..
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