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"Do you want to maybe go to get some frozen yogurt later, or we could always, ya' know, drive around like we did all summer...or something like, um, that?" Keira rambled off as she saw her audience become disinterested.
Her audience of only one, Darren, was busy running his left hand through his newly sheared golden hair. He gazed off towards the field hockey field, where the field hockey team was running laps with their perfectly straightened hair streaming behind them.
Keira sighed, twisting her lengthy, unruly curls between her fingers anxiously. "Darren?"
Darren's head swiveled to face Keira, as if just now realizing she was here. Grinning, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, he playfully batted at Keira's hair. "Didya say somethin?" Darren winked and licked his lips.
Keira remained stoic. She was tired of Darren's usual antics, his playful flirting, his acting like nothing was wrong, his way to make her feel inferior, his way to make her feel powerless.
Wait. But only she could make herself feel powerless...that's what everyone told her, anyways (well, everyone, as in her mom and her closest friend, Wendy).
"No, actually, I didn't say anything. Bye, Darren." And she walked away.
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