Airen walked past you as you couldn’t help but watch as she strolled on by. She laughed with her friends and it was intoxicating. Like a bee that is drawn to the pollen, you were the bee and she was the pollen. However, not everyone bee could be useful. The local ‘rebel’ thought she was a fake, two faced and always picked on her. “Good morning,” Airen smiled at the bully as he towered over her. Even as the bully messed with her, she continued to smile.
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