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<span class="mu-s">Evie, just like Eve</span>
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The last row in class. Population: 1.
A girl with long greasy hair is drawing scribbles in her notebook. Much of her oily hair covers her face, she likes the false feeling of solitude that it creates between her and the rest of the class. Her jeans look huge on her anorexic legs, her baggy sweatshirt is worn out, with sleeves ripped in few places. Just another way to lose herself, wrapped in fabric, hidden from undesired looks. If anyone volunteered to waste a more thoughtful gaze on her or her sweater, he would notice a 'KoЯN' logo on it. An old mp3 is blasting music from the same band in her eardrums and she doesn't hear the teacher addressing her.
<span class="mu-i">"Evie, would you explain the cultural aspects and significance of Eve deciding to accept the apple on her own accord, without first confiding in her husband?"</span>
Everyone laughs, again. Everyone is looking at her, again. The same few terrifying faces are looking at her. She takes off an earbud but the teacher has already moved on to some other classmate bitch. This can't go on. Something needs to be done. An outlet needs to be find expression before she bursts in school carrying things inappropriate for young ladies to have.
Her attention is drawn to the face of
>Audrey Shields, the meek biologist enthusiast that puts frog organs in her hoodie during autopsy class
Evie wonders why weak people turn horrible when they meet people weaker than them
>Callum Brooks, her former best friend until 5th grade, now a wannabe jock
<span class="mu-i">"I gave you my first kiss, Cal, why don't you want to talk to me anymore?"</span> Evie thinks to herself
