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He helps her to stand and holds her hands in his leading the way. While walking Stanley moves away the stones and twigs in the way with his leg to let Eva walk comfortably. As they walk, he silently glances at 36276. She has pretty eyes, and a round face with blonde hair. The sun rays falling on her face seem to be shinning. He smiles looking at her.They reach her house and he knocks at her door. A young Lady opens the door, and is shocked to see Eva in wet clothes with Stanley.Sure, he was quiet and always alone. Sure he spent every spare minute of the day casually reading. And, sure, Dylan had told me that Sam was older than us all, already nineteen while the rest of us seniors were seventeen or eighteen, and nobody knew why. The only real things that set him apart were that he was always alone 36276, looked slightly older and more mature, and he always had this set in stone bored expression on his face. Like he was annoyed with something, but that something was some part of regular life that was always going to happen, and he wasn't pleased with the way it was going so far.The prospect of playing volleyball all year long made me smile, but it was small because of the anxiety. I hadn't played for over a year, though I had longed to be on my school's team in Sacramento junior year. I would have made it, too. Varsity. Now 36276, I wasn't so sure. I was nervous about having a new coach. I was nervous that I had lost my talent for the sport over the last year, when I didn't even get the chance to practice. I was nervous about being judged and hated by the rest of the team. Accompanied with my own thoughts I sauntered the streets. 36276 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 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 36276. 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.