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The moonlight reflecting in the lake looks beautiful. Stanley stands there watching towards the lake. He sees a girl 28126standing near the tree beside their mansion.He does not recognise her and thinks she may have newly arrived here.He watches her closing her eyes and shaking her head and body as if she is singing a song.He watches her for a long time until he hears Grandma calling out for him and goes back to have dinner.Empty desks flooded the room, but Sam chose the one in the very back, as secluded as possible. I was the only one around, seated directly to his right 28126. I suddenly had the urge to tell him that no one sat there but me, but I wasn't that vivacious. Neither was I a jerk. So I stayed silent as he sat back in his chair and silently surveyed the class. This happened every day. Our homework was to read some part of our textbook, whatever Coach had sort-of-but-not-really taught us the day before, and we'd 'discuss it with each other' the next day. Sam turned and looked at me for a minute. Sudden regret ripped through me 28126. Why in the world did I tell him that? Sam was finally really looking at me. Not just looking at me, he seemed to be judging every aspect of me, looking into my past with those annoyingly warm eyes. I shrank back a bit into my chair and folded my arms, resorting to stare at my Walmart sneakers. But there was something floating in the back of his voice, something that sounded like mild interest. Perhaps he really had seen something inside of me; maybe somewhere in my eyes when I said it, there was a sparkle of something unknown, something hidden away, something human. Something of the person I used to be so long ago. I was flustered nonetheless. I shuffled my feet, sneaking a tiny glance back at Sam. He was still looking, same expression. I walked to 28126 desk to get a hall pass. He gave me permission to go to the bathroom, where I lingered, trying to waste time. I scrubbed at the ink on my hand with the neon pink hand soap in the bathroom. I'd have to get a pen with faster drying ink to avoid these smears again. The soap smelled weird. When I came back into the classroom and took my seat, Sam didn't look at me. His face was stone again, just like it was when we first met. Only now it was a scowl of determination. He flicked a glance at me through his eyelashes, then looked pointedly back to his English homework. I asked myself. I understand your prespective of the situation completely, but I want you to give it a chance. Hero offered me his hand. You won't be telling anyone about me training right? I said slipping my hand in his. His eyebrows knitted in confusion but answered jockingly anyway 28126. I wouldn't want your dagger to be stuck between my eyebrows like poor Jim. He laughed at his own joke. I thought so too. I hummed to myself. It'll be our little secret. He said intertwining our fingers together but I wasn't in a rush specaily something that I was forced into.