The school bell clanged, its final echo a jarring note against the quiet hum of the hallway. Meher was the first one out, her dark brown hair a beacon against the beige lockers. My breath hitched. It had been weeks since we last spoke, weeks since I'd transformed into someone she wouldn't recognize.
I shifted my weight, the unfamiliar coolness of the contacts pressing against my eyes. Gone were the glasses that had earned me the nickname "Four-Eyes," replaced by lenses that mirrored the emptiness I felt inside.
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