She locked eyes with me. This brainiac girl who finished her test way before everyone else. She's pretty, too. Caramel eyes, falling curls, wearing confidence like other 16- year- old girls wear lipgloss. I wonder why she was looking at me. I'm unnerved that she actually noticed me. I have always been forgotten and unnoticed. Being noticed means being a target, and being a target means trouble. I don't need any more of that in my life. So, I really need to avoid that girl with her eyes that see all. But I can't deny that she's pretty.
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Scythe high
FanfictionWhat if the arc of a scythe characters lived in our time? This is their high school story. (Sorry for the terrible summary) Disclaimer- all characters belong to Neal Shusterman
