The classroom hums softly as Mr. Ostos writes conjugations on the board. I focus intently on my notes, determined not to miss a thing, until the door creaks open, breaking my concentration. Mr. Ostos speaks: “Buenos, everyone. Let’s continue with the past tense today, por favor." A girl enters, her pink bag matching her off-shoulder top. Her brown hair flows in waves, and her green eyes briefly meet mine, making my heart race. Her smile as she sits next to me. and suddenly, I can’t focus.
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