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inly couldn’t help but feel that Eugene’s approach was missing the print. If people judged her based on her appearance, it was their issue. She thought that instead of just making her feel better, Eugene should be teaching them to be more accepting

But as she was about to say something, she noticed Mandy beside her, wiping her eyes. Mandy was looking down, crying softly, her tears falling in big drops and her body shaking just a bit.

Following Quinlyn’s gaze, Eugene sighed and gently patted Mandy’s head. “Mandy went through some rough times last semester with this kind of stuff, but she made it through. Right, Mandy?”

Mandy sniffled and slowly nodded. “Yeah”

“Good girl.” Eugene smiled softly and reached out, his fingers lightly touching Mandy’s neck.

Her hair was tied in two neat braids, leaving her neck bare. Eugene’s hand lingered there for a moment, and Quinlyn watched, her brow furrowing in confusion

When they reached the classroom door, the bell hadn’t rung yet. Eugene told Mandy to go inside first, then turned to Quinlyn. “Let’s wait and go in when class starts,” he suggested gently.

“It’ll be a fun surprise for everyone. We can hang out in the office for a bit, and I’ll get you some candy,” he added.

Eugene’s voice was smooth and coaxing, but Quinlyn shook her head. She didn’t take candy from strangers–especially not after hearing stories of poisoned treats in the borderlands. She suspected this teacher had something similar in mind.

“Don’t be scared. Your brother asked me to keep an eye on you, remember?” Eugene said, giving her a reassuring smile.

Quinlyn hesitated, then nodded slowly. But as she began to follow Eugene, a kid at the classroom door shouted, “Quinlyn“”

In an instant, kids streamed out from the classroom, rushing to crowd around her.

Is that Quinlyn? The one who stopped the robber?” one kid asked.

“Yeah, she was like a superhero! Like Spider–Man, another kid replied

“No way, she was more like Batman,” a third kid chimed in.

wide with excitement, like they were waiting for her

know these kids. It won’t be much of a surprise now, will it?”

pretty solid connections,” he said, trying to sound friendly. “In that case, why not spend more time with your

was right on time, expecting to be the star of the show. But instead of gawking at her, everyone was

kids called out “Quinlyn

“Harriet, get

Barbie dolls. That’s insane, another girl chimed in.

never collected trading cards, someone else

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to Harriet, waiting

heard of that stuff. Guess she’s

would make fun of someone from the backwaters,

bite.

she can save people just like he

playing with Barbie dolls isn’t a big deal. Dolls can’t stop bullets,”

She slumped in her seat, too angry to move for the rest of the

Mandy’s desk, she

classroom, watching Mandy bunch over to gather the

laughing and joking, ignored her completely; some even stepped on the pens as they walked by. Mandy just

Mandy’s reaction strange and didn’t move to help. She figured

herself.

up the basics. She initially struggled with the first chapter, but soon found her rhythm and

textbook and realized it was Mordorian–the same language from that “Triendly exchange” website she had

alphabet and memorizing as many words as she could. By the end of the morning

stash of snacks in his desk. He’d

quiet–even

over, she saw a piece of chocolate. She