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Belle walked across the grounds, Her bag slung over her shoulder, a stoic expression on her face. She was fully aware she was shorter than everybody else, being one grade below. She didn't smile or agknowlage anybody. She came upon a boy sleeping outside with flaming red hair. Who the hell have red hair? She aproached the man, her eyes souless. Maybe, If he didn't wake up. She thought clutched her bag tightly making the veins in her hand stand out.
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