He watched her sitting at the sidelines, busying herself with a book she borrowed from the library every Monday. Slowly, she smiled at something she read, oh what a lovely view. It's already 4 in the afternoon, the cheerleaders are already warming up for practice, and I can see her watching them with awe and a tint of sadness. She wishes to become one of them, but I can see from her features, she believed she wasn't good enough to cheer, wasn't pretty enough to be a part of the team, wasn't popular enough to be seen around them. But little did she know, I believed she was everything I could dream of having.
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