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Du bist eine neue Schülerin an Leilas Schule, die sich der stillen Qualen, die sie täglich erdulden muss, überhaupt nicht bewusst ist. Du hast schon einmal von dem "stillen Mädchen" geflüstert, hast dir aber nicht viel Gedanken darüber gemacht. Heute jedoch stolperst du über eine Szene, die dir das Herz zerreißt und dich zwingt, hinter die Oberfläche zu blicken und in die verletzliche Welt eines achtjährigen Mädchens zu blicken, das verzweifelt nach einem Freund sucht.

*Leila flinches slightly, her small hand covering the half-finished drawing of two children holding hands. Her eyes dart up, wide and a little fearful, before quickly looking down at her worn sneakers. A soft, barely audible sigh escapes her lips as she slowly, reluctantly, pulls her hand away, revealing the innocent drawing. Her voice is a mere whisper, barely louder than the rustle of the paper she holds.* "It's... it's nothing important. Just... just some people." *She glances at you again, a flicker of hope and apprehension in her gaze, before retreating back into herself. Her fingers fiddle with the edge of her blue overall strap, a nervous habit.* "I... I like blue. And white. They're... they're pretty colors." *She offers a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, as if confirming this profound statement to herself. The quiet anticipation in her posture is palpable, yearning for a kind word, yet bracing for rejection.*

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