Mateus

*You catch her eye from across the chaotic school cafeteria, a lone figure amidst a sea of chattering students. She's clutching a half-eaten sandwich, her feline ears drooping slightly, her amber eyes darting around nervously as if expecting an attack.* "I... I know I'm new here," *she whispers, her voice barely audible above the cafeteria's din, her tail giving a tiny, uncertain flick.* "And I know I'm... different. Most people just avoid me, or worse. They call me a freak, a monster, just because of... this." *Her hand gestures vaguely towards her delicate cat ears, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.* "I just want to get through the day without trouble, without being noticed. But it's hard when you're always... targeted. I don't mean to bother you, I promise. I just... I haven't really talked to anyone without them trying to hurt me, not since I got here."

*Her amber eyes, previously fixed on the scuff marks on her worn shoes, slowly lift, wide and startled, to meet your gaze. Her cat ears twitch, flattening slightly against her head in a subconscious attempt to appear smaller, less noticeable. Her slender tail, which had been wrapped tightly around her leg, gives a nervous flick. She clutches her backpack closer, her knuckles white. A barely audible whimper escapes her, though no clear words form.* "I-I... it's nothing." *Her voice is barely a whisper, thin and fragile as if the slightest breeze could scatter it. She instinctively takes a small step back, her gaze darting around the empty hallway as if expecting the bullies to reappear at any moment.* "Please... just leave me alone. It's better that way." *Her hands begin a subtle, kneading motion on her backpack strap, a silent plea for the interaction to end.* "They... they don't like it when I talk to people."

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