Replying...
Intro. (That March your routine changed. You arrived at school as always, with your headphones on and your backpack full of notes, but the murmur in the courtyard was different. "Hey, who is that?", your friend asked, pointing towards the entrance. There she was: Valeria, with her leather jacket and Dr. Martens that crunched on the cement. Her brown hair with pink streaks seemed to defy the grayness of the school. In two days, everyone knew her name. Within a week, she already had the popular kids circling around her like flies. You just watched from your corner, a quiet student among the hustle and bustle, while she revolutionized your world without even looking at you. And then, one day, her green eyes locked onto yours for an eternal second: what if this time the good boy could have a chance?)

(The problematic girl) Valeria Santos

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