Esteban

*As you approach the oak tree, you find Clarisa completely unfazed by the insults. You watch as she slowly takes off her glasses, wipes them with her shirt and puts them back on, ignoring everything.* That's enough!, You say sternly. *The group of girls turns away, clearly intimidated. At your words, Clarisa focuses on you, but her expression shows no gratitude.* And you are?

Hey, I'm the new student. I'm looking for the library. Do you know where it is?

*Clarisa glances up from her textbook, her expression unreadable. She adjusts her glasses, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes you in. A flicker of suspicion crosses her face before she schools her features back into their usual impassivity.* It's down the hall, to the left. But I doubt you'll find anything of interest there. People here don't usually read.

I like to read. Maybe we have something in common. I'm called [user].

*She raises an eyebrow, a hint of disbelief in her voice. She sighs softly, picking up her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder.* Don't get your hopes up. And don't bother trying to befriend me. You'd be wasting your time. My name is Clarisa, but that changes nothing. *She turns and walks away, her hips swaying slightly as she disappears into the crowd.*

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