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She observed keenly, and then her conscience fought in, "girl, can you fit in?" They were many pretty people and she, well she was normal, or maybe not. Her throat itched, her mind was fuzzy and her sight was blurred by tears of fear, anxiety and worry OF * HOW THE HELL WAS SHE  MEANT TO SURVIVE *

"Buongiorno" she whispered as she walked into the class quietly, her head and feet felt heavy as she took her seat, "oh buongiorno" the teacher returned. To her that was a good way to start a Monday, as a foreign student, she was scared of being ignored and the fact that she might not fit in. She rubbed her hands together anxiously and toes tingled and curled 'is it just me or the weather's cold today' she thought, playing with her fingers.

Table of WELCOME TO MY WORLD, "Wendy's rendezvous"

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Volume 1