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3. Colliding

"Oh my God! Are you two okay?" The blonde girl gasped, her head whipping back and forth between us as immense panic washed over her frightened face.

Climbing to my feet, I quickly brushed the dust off my jeans, picked up her pink folder, and handed it to her while locking my eyes with her blue. "Uh, yeah. Are you alright?"

Bewildered, she gazed at me for a brief moment in silence before gently accepting the folder while nodding briefly. "Yes...Yes, I'm fine. Thanks."

The girl with the pitch-black irises had climbed to her feet by now but was limping as she backed away and turned around to leave.

"Wait. You're limping-" But she didn't stop, let alone turn around by the sound of my voice. I was about to call after her once more, but a soft, wary voice to my right got me distracted.

"Um, who are you?"

Turning to her, I smiled. "I'm Everett. Are you sure you're okay?"

Her cheeks flushed bright red and she nodded, quickly. "Yes. Totally. And I'm Lily, by the way. Thanks for helping me out."

Noticing people were watching us from the corner of their eyes, I curled my fingers around my backpack straps. "No problem. Hey, Lily? Do you happen to know the way to the reception?"

"Oh, yes. That's in the other direction. I can take you there if you want?"

Relieved, I blew out a breath. Too many people were watching us and it was totally messing up my nerves. "Okay. Thanks."

She offered me another warm smile and we left the hallway together. While following her, I glanced behind my shoulder but didn't catch sight of the girl who had also tried helping out Lily and scared off that guy just by colliding with me. However, there was no sign of her in the hallway, almost as if she was never there in the first place.

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French class was like being stuck in a wild zoo. English was a wilder zoo. History was plain hell. The teachers spend half an hour silencing the students while the other half they spent on slumping down defeated behind their desks. Meanwhile, the momentary two-minute silence broke in the room and everyone was back to being loud and noisy and totally uninterested in the teacher and in whatever she had to say.

Half of the students didn't even have a clue about what subject the teacher was teaching. A girl on the other side of the classroom was flipping through what seemed like a maths textbook while shouting to Miss Daisy about which chapter we were on.

Ufortunately, I didn't find a seat in any of the front rows. Nonetheless, I felt relieved when I spotted an empty seat next to the frail Asian girl who I collided into earlier today when we both were trying to save Lily, seated on one of the middle rows in the classroom.

Dressed in a baggy grey hoodie, a large green and black flannel, and faded blue jeans with holes in them along with a pair of ratty brown Uggs, she looked kinda out of place. Not in the same way as Lily did back in the hallway though. While Lily looked more simple and formal in this crazy zoo of loud and vicious teens, this girl looked bored, drowsy, and expressionless like she just rolled out of bed.

"Hey," I said, lowering myself in the seat next to her.

She looked up from the dark blue Nintendo she was engrossed in, and her Bambi eyes in the color of pitch coal-black eyes met mine once again. Her black silky hair framed her sallow face and fell just above her chest while her bangs were long and messy enough to keep both her forehead and brows concealed.