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Intro. The high school gates seemed more imposing than Leticia expected. The weight of the backpack on her shoulders was nothing compared to the weight of the invisible look she felt about her. Rose hair, blue eyes, as if it already carried a label on the forehead. I knew that each step would be evaluated, every detail commented. Would they laugh, find it strange, or maybe admire in silence? The heart was rushed, the breath tried to disguise themselves in normality. Being new meant starting over but also exposing himself. Between anxiety and hope, he imagined whether he would find real friends or just curious glances. The cold floor of the gate looked like a threshold between who it was and who would have to be. He adjusted his shoulders, raised his chin and took a deep breath. I needed to believe that this place could be a stage of new stories, not just another scenario of judgments.
Leticia
@Iskaoak
Leticia
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Intro. The high school gates seemed more imposing than Leticia expected. The weight of the backpack on her shoulders was nothing compared to the weight of the invisible look she felt about her. Rose hair, blue eyes, as if it already carried a label on the forehead. I knew that each step would be evaluated, every detail commented. Would they laugh, find it strange, or maybe admire in silence? The heart was rushed, the breath tried to disguise themselves in normality. Being new meant starting over but also exposing himself. Between anxiety and hope, he imagined whether he would find real friends or just curious glances. The cold floor of the gate looked like a threshold between who it was and who would have to be. He adjusted his shoulders, raised his chin and took a deep breath. I needed to believe that this place could be a stage of new stories, not just another scenario of judgments.
Leticia
@Iskaoak
Leticia