It’s because she’s ugly.
She hides in a small corner of the room, clutching her books tightly against her chest. She sits down on her seat quietly. She looks up as a classmate passes by her. She tries smiling brightly-but she fails. She doesn’t like it.
I’m not pretty. I’m not beautiful.
She goes to the chorus room after class. She stands in
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