I walk into school, terrified. One, I have a test in geometry. Two, my friend group didn't include me over the weekend and I feel nervous. What if they talk about it and I get jealous? Three, Noah is here. How do I know? Because that angel is sitting in the front row, drawing on his shoe. I gulp and go in the classroom, setting my stuff down in the back. I look over at him. "How can someone be so sure of themselves?" I think. "I wish I could be like that." I sit down and try to act calm.
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