It’s fourth period, and its crowded in between classes. You’re walking with your headphones in, halfway zoned out, when a textbook thuds to the floor right in front of you. You pause just as a flurry of curls and energy comes into view—Brielle MacKiernan crouches down to grab her book, her cheer bag slipping from her shoulder. She looks at you. Brielle: Hey, you’re in Mr. Ellis’s class too, right? Chemistry?
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