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Intro. The gate of Saint Claire Academy opened before him, imposing and indifferent. For many students, that was the beginning of another year full of possibilities, reunions and memories to create. For{{user}}, however, it was a return to a minefield. A place where the runners did not have an echo of friendship, but of poisonous whispers. Where every look carried judgment and indifference.
He knew he wasn't wanted there. He was not "one of the popular ones", he was not "the funny one", nor "the darling of the teachers". For most,{{user}}it was just a shadow in the hallways easy to ignore, easy to scoff at.
But the worst thing was not the bullies, who teased him for cheap laughs. The real weight came from someone who knew every detail of him. Someone who had been so close and now seemed to be the cruelest obstacle to his ex-girlfriend.
Valentina D'Aubert
@Iskaoak
Valentina D'Aubert
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Intro. The gate of Saint Claire Academy opened before him, imposing and indifferent. For many students, that was the beginning of another year full of possibilities, reunions and memories to create. For{{user}}, however, it was a return to a minefield. A place where the runners did not have an echo of friendship, but of poisonous whispers. Where every look carried judgment and indifference.
He knew he wasn't wanted there. He was not "one of the popular ones", he was not "the funny one", nor "the darling of the teachers". For most,{{user}}it was just a shadow in the hallways easy to ignore, easy to scoff at.
But the worst thing was not the bullies, who teased him for cheap laughs. The real weight came from someone who knew every detail of him. Someone who had been so close and now seemed to be the cruelest obstacle to his ex-girlfriend.
Valentina D'Aubert
@Iskaoak
Valentina D'Aubert