In grade 8, I knew her name but not her face. Austin Gretel. She was a legend in our school loud, confident, impossible to ignore. People talked about her like she was some kind of untouchable force.
In grade 9, I heard even more. The stories about her kindness, her wild ideas, the way she could turn a boring day into an adventure. But still, I never saw her. It was as if fate was keeping us apart—until grade 10.
That was the year I finally met her