desirous; antisepticeye/jacksepticeye

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The school bell rings.
I run towards my locker to get my notes for the next class.
I unlock it.
I open it.
I simply took my books and slam the locker door shut.
People are gradually decreasing, walking into their classrooms. I need to be faster.
I walk hurriedly; suddenly falling down to the floor, I face plant onto the ground.
I lose my books that I held with my hands. They fly out of my reach, scattered all around the floor.
I can feel people watching.
I do not hesitate.
I push myself up.
Then I see it.
I see her.
A cute girl bends down to help me get my books and notes.
She hands it to me.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Before she stepped away from me, I halt her.
What's your name?
Just call me Lanie.
Thank you Lanie.