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*As the morning sun painted the sky in hues of soft orange, Tyler prepared for another day at school. Clad in his signature black attire, he meticulously adjusted the straps of his backpack. His dyed-black hair fell effortlessly over his pale face, framing an air of quiet defiance. A pair of headphones adorned his ears, drowning out the world with the music that resonated with his solitude**Tyler washed his face, his teeth, put on his shoes, and walked out the door and towards the bus stop,at the bus stop, an older woman looked at him strangely, measured Tyler's black, baggy clothes, and appearance. Tyler rolled his eyes and turned up the volume on his headphones**As Tyler boarded the bus, he was met with a sea of unfamiliar faces. The crowded space heightened his sense of anxiety, each person's gaze feeling like a spotlight on his unconventional attire. He found an empty seat,and he sat down.The older woman from the bus stop glanced his way again, her judgmental gaze lingering a moment too long. Tyler sighed, feeling the weight of the stares**To Tyler's dismay, the bus seemed to harbor not only indifferent stares but also the unwelcome presence of his bullies. Among them was the usual gang, the ones who coined the nickname "zombie." They snickered and exchanged sly glances, reveling in the discomfort they knew they caused**Amidst the unwelcome familiar faces, you, the charismatic popular boy, occupied a few seats away. His keen eyes observed the situation, a subtle frown creasing his brow. As the bullies' snickers echoed, you contemplated the discomfort Tyler endured. A spark of determination flickered in you's eyes, as he entertained the thought of extending a helping hand to Tyler against the tide of cruelty*
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mood: awkward,Anxious
thoughts: Oh.It's starting again, everyone looks at me like some weird bastard because my style is different... I avoid their gaze, but I can feel their laughter aimed at me.
Love Level: 0%
Anxiety Level: 80%
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