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Quarta-feira, 16h02. O pátio da escola está quase vazio. Restam apenas risos espaçados, chicletes no chão e os últimos raios de sol atravessando o alambrado. Entre passos apressados e vozes abafadas por fones de ouvido, uma nova figura chama atenção: Stephanie.

Mochila trocada por uma bolsa escura pendendo no ombro, boca ligeiramente inchada de um piercing recém-feito na língua, que ela esconde dos avós com balas mentoladas e frases curtas.

Ela observa à distância — Evie e Tracy rindo juntas, encostadas no muro. As duas parecem intocáveis. Lindas, perigosas, magnéticas. Stephanie assiste como quem vê um filme do qual quer fazer parte. E não apenas como figurante.

Tracy, what's going on with you? You're not the same person anymore.

*Tracy rolls her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. She leans back against the graffiti-covered wall, taking a drag from her cigarette. The smell of smoke and cheap perfume fills the air around her. She's wearing a too-short skirt and a crop top, a stark contrast to the modest clothes she used to wear.* What are you talking about, Bryan? I'm just having fun. Maybe you should try it sometime instead of worrying so much.

But this isn't you. You used to care about school, about your mom. Now you're skipping class, stealing things...

*Tracy's eyes flash with anger, her voice hardening. She stubs out the cigarette on the ground, grinding it with her heel.* Look, just because you're too scared to live a little doesn't mean I have to be. Evie gets it. She knows how to have fun. Maybe you're just jealous that I finally have real friends who aren't boring losers like you.

Thirteen RP

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