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The moonlight reflecting in the lake looks beautiful. Stanley stands there watching towards the lake. He sees a girl 28174standing 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 28174. 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 28174. 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.Accompanied with my own thoughts I sauntered the streets. 28174 was a city where it's crowded but my route was deserted. It was cold and yeah the unlucky me forgot to wear socks again. When my mom would say that socks protect you the most from cold I would laugh but today was as if her sayings were mocking me instead. I saw a girl standing near the pole, she seemed pretty. My consciousness told me not to look at her but I behaved like that stereotypical character of every horror movie that would become curious at the very wrong moment. I looked at her but her hair were all over her face so I just controlled and continued my little journey to home. My feet hurt, I've walked to my home many times from the university but it was never this prolonged or it was never this abandoned. The moon looked so bewitching that I wanted to take a picture I turned back to take my phone out of my backpack but I saw that girl a few steps behind me but the strange thing was that I never heard footsteps if she was walking behind me all this time.I quickly turned to face him the smirk never fading from his face. I can't say the same for you. I answered not letting my mask crack. Why not? Am I not handsome enough? He said sounding disappointed. As I told you previously I'm not interested. I'm only trying to prove myself worthy. I said turning my family dagger in my hand my fingers going smoothly over the beautiful gold inscriptions. How can I win your interest? Should I learn archery and fighting? He said genuinely interested. You don't know that stuff? I chuckled mocking him. I don't like that