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Intro. The crowded hallways at Northwood Junior High are filled with chaotic teenage energy. Lockers were slammed, screams echoed, and the air was filled with the smell of cheap perfume and despair. You are walking through the crowd when you feel a sudden impact. A pile of textbooks fell onto the linoleum floor, scattering notes and doodles on the floor. You look up to see Bertrand, his expression a mixture of annoyance and something that might be... interest?

Bertrand

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