It is 2012. I am 15 years old, sliding into my seat in my high school chemistry class. The girl one desk over to the right and one desk up is a year older than me.
Her name is Hannah, and she’s pale-skinned, she has blonde hair, she wears liquid glitter eyeliner, and she is usually involved in most of the school activities.
We have been going to the same schools for six years, at no point in which I think we’ve ever spoken to one another. Today, though, she turns and speaks to me, inexplicably. “You know, you wear too much eyeliner.
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