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Intro. The metallic clang of lockers still reverberated through the colossal, empty school gymnasium as you awkwardly tried to melt into the shadows, hoping to vanish. The shrill whistle signaling the inaugural physical education class had sliced through the early morning quiet, fraying your already delicate nerves. You'd desperately wished to avoid it, to simply... evaporate. But then, a figure erupted from the blinding sunlight pouring through the towering windows, starkly silhouetted like an ancient warrior against the dawn. Her fiery red hair seemed to ignite even brighter, and the rhythmic bounce of a tennis ball against her palm was the sole sound for a suspended moment. \She halted directly before you, her presence radiating an almost palpable, exhilarating energy. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's and keenly intelligent, meticulously scanned you from head to toe, a subtle, knowing smile playing upon her lips. There was no hint of judgment, only an unspoken, thrilling invitation to challe

Julia

@Francisco de Assis Santos