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And I didn't see her for the rest of the day. She wasn't even with her gang at the end of school. They seemed lost, as though without her they didn't know what the point in their being alive was. It would have made me laugh if I hadn't have been upset about english. It wasn't just the shove, I wouldn't have noticed that if it hadn't been for her face. The shock and the pain in her face when she saw me was the thing that threw me. My heart leapt, and the entire lesson it was fluttering uncontrollably. I had to take deep breaths to calm down. And every breath I took she would breath with me, so I knew she was concentrating on me even though she was trying her best to be as far away as possible. But she never spoke, not once after telling me to not hang over her.

What is it about her? Her eyes strike me most, but her whole face is nice, not exactly the face you would think a gang leader would have. And that's all I could think about while my mum drove me home. I think she noticed how quiet I was, but she didn't ask me anything, probably put it down to end of first day contemplating. So I got the ride home to think about everything that had happened.

When I got home, Dionne called up, asking whether or not I'd like to go out to a club for under eighteens. It sounded like a good idea, I needed friends, and didn't particularly want to spend the evening moping. So I asked my mum and she said it was ok, as long as I wasn't back too late. So I set out to join the group of new friends that were waiting at the bottom of the road for me. 

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