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Post by Naru on Oct 4, 2023 18:17:40 GMT -6
"Claire, right?" The boy asked, who she remembered was Christian. "Is Kara short for Claire then?" he added and Kara froze, looking up at him through her hair. He held up his hands. "Listen, I promise I didn't go snooping. The student who did my tour is really mouthy and doesn't know a thing about privacy. I don't...blame you. For wanting to keep your heritage private."
"Heritage," Kara snorted, jerked her skateboard back beneath her feet. Christian seemed nonplussed. "More like curse," she muttered. "Did you need something, new kid?" She crossed her arms.
"No, just wanted to tell you to have a good day," he said with a smile, stepping out of the way. Kara glanced at him sidelong and pushed off on her skateboard. Weirdo.
Mickey pulled up to the high school next, to pick up Travis.
Liz hit the refresh button again and an email popped up. CONGRATS was spelled out in all caps and Liz squealed. She opened the email eagerly, scanning it to confirm she was reading it right, before calling her mom.
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