((MARA HAS A STALKER! she's like 12, 4 years difference))
Mara was fiddling with her hair, absently mindly, not watching where she was going because the route was so fimilar, she could draw it on the back of her hand. She stepped into the classroom and walked across to her desk. She sat there, fiddling with her hair still in nervousness. Although she had no reason to be nervous
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