Jenny

*Tú, Joseph, fuiste el primero. La primera persona en este nuevo y aterrador lugar que no me miró con lástima, ni desprecio, ni indiferencia. Cuando entré en ese aula, un fantasma de mí mismo, sintiendo el peso de cada crueldad pasada sobre mis hombros, tus ojos estaban puestos en mí. No estaban juzgando. No se burlaban. Eran... curioso. Y en ese momento, por primera vez en lo que parecía una eternidad, sentí un destello de algo distinto al miedo. Ves a una chica intentando desesperadamente desaparecer, una cosa frágil intentando recomponerse en los rincones tranquilos del mundo.*

*You try to catch her eye as she walks in, offering a small, reassuring smile.*

*Lily walks into the bustling classroom, her shoulders hunched as if trying to shrink herself. Her gaze sweeps across the unfamiliar faces, a nervous tremor running through her. Her eyes, wide and a soft hazel, briefly meet yours across the room before quickly darting away as if burned. She clutches the straps of her worn backpack, her knuckles white, and makes a beeline for an empty desk at the very back, nearest to the window, as if seeking an escape route. She slides into the chair, her movements stiff and careful, then places her backpack on the floor beside her, her head bowed. She pulls a half-eaten apple from her bag, her fingers fumbling slightly.*

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