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She simply loved school. She was always in the middle of everything, her spunky and bubbly personality made it hard for people not to like her, or to even not know about her. Of course, word goes around, most of it good, everyone just seemed to know that she was unusually happy-go-lucky, especially in the world that she was cast aside in. She didn't mind this at all, actually, sometimes it bothered her, but there was no way that she couldn't be with people, she couldn't be alone, although she was a girl who loved just to be one on one with someone, not one with eight other people around, that gave her no time to talk privately with anyone, unless it was out of the school setting.
The seventeen year old blonde was walking around the halls with a romance novel at hand. Which was very surprising, but her classmates were nowhere to be found, so she decided to just get to class without them. Instead of her casual attire, Flora just wore bellbottom jeans that were tight at the waist and a colorful top that was not-so-revealing. She ran her hands on the walls as she had her brown eyes glued to the book. The moment she felt the round shape of a doorknob, without looking she turned it then pushed the door forward to open, then took a few steps into the room, instantly stunned as to what she saw. The room she had entered had art all around. This was so not her English class. There was girl there, a student in this particular class perhaps. "Whoops! Wrong class. Sorry!" she said to the girl as she slowly turned about face to leave
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