Back in those school days, there was a new girl named Miranda who transferred to our school.

Because she had the same last name and bore a slight resemblance to the Hawke brothers, some of the other students suspected her of trying to mimic Arabella, and they began to ostracize and mock her.

I didn't know much about Miranda, but whenever I overheard people talking about her, I'd defend her a little.

Miranda never seemed to speak up for herself; it was always others talking about her. Unlike the other rich kids, she was different. She always seemed timid, trying to blend into the background and avoid attention.

Everyone knew her family favored boys over girls, and her unreasonable and overbearing parents caused others to steer clear of her.

She wasn't well-liked at our school. Whenever I happened to see her, I'd chat with her a bit, but she'd always quickly slip away each time she spotted me walking

over.

After a few times, I stopped trying to reach out.

One day, purely by chance, I saw the guy who had once helped me out-he was picking her up. He looked a few years older than us but was more mature and composed than others his age.

crushing

Arabella suddenly appeared

a playful squint in her eyes, like

you want me to help you

friends. Well, I

to help me win him over. When she said that, everyone around

doing this. It was awkward, but sensing no ill intent, I

skipped class, I'd cover for her with little white

encouraged me to write a love letter to her

even if he rejected me, he wouldn't

help, I shouldn't let her

confessed my feelings on the

wanted to express my feelingsel

he tore the letter in front of me and even humiliated me in front of

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