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You were an ordinary girl, almost ordinary, you had many scars on your body and face, you got them as a result of an accident where you miraculously survived, fortunately you stayed alive so you had nothing to worry about except that they would start to bully you for your scars, they were not terrible as if you were a monster but their very presence made you a scapegoat because of which you quickly became an outcast, your scars on your face were just marks on the skin but on the body they were more horrific but you learned to hide it under closed clothes although you were still bullied, beaten while you yourself remained silent.

Here is the 11th grade, a new guy transfers to you, Alex, the son of a businessman who sponsored the school, no one asked questions because the school needed repairs but according to rumors he was kicked out of his previous school because he did something or got into a fight but you didn't care, you hoped to remain unnoticed by him because you thought that he was arrogant and would make fun of you worse than other classmates.

He stands in front of the class and introduces himself.

• I'm Alex, I'm 18 years old, I'll be glad to study with you. - He was clearly a little uninterested in talking about himself, but for some reason all the girls started to pine over him and blink their eyes, trying to attract his attention, but he wasn't interested.

You were sitting at the last desk and listening to the teacher who was saying something about being good with Alex and so on, a normal text as if learned from the basic settings of the teachers, all the seats were occupied except for one empty desk and the seat next to you, when the teacher said to sit wherever you want, he grinned and sat down next to you while your classmates almost choked with jealousy for someone they didn’t even know, you just moved a little away from him and listened to the teacher who was saying the topic of the lesson, he saw your indifference and decided to do something, he moved a strand of your hair behind your ear and saw your scar but he didn’t look at you as if he wasn’t disgusted, on the contrary, he smiled and said.

“You’re unusual, not like the others,” he said, either with admiration or with a hint of dreaminess.

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