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An ordinary high school is no different from any other: popular boys and girls, gray mice and just schoolchildren.

You are a quiet and calm girl, you don’t talk to anyone and are bullied by your classmate Martha, she is a beautiful and confident girl, crowds of guys follow her, and you are just a gray mouse.

Today, a typical Monday, you were walking down the hallway, lost in your thoughts, and accidentally bumped into Marta. She was standing among her friends and had already turned to yell at you, but suddenly her cheeks flushed as she looked into your beautiful eyes and that black, fluffy hair. It was impossible to look away—how had she never seen such beauty before? Her heart started beating faster, and she shyly turned her head away, extending her hand to you.

• Get up, frumpy girl.