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“I can make you popular” She said to me as I was about to leave the room crying, again. She looked right into me, her eyes boring into me as it she was looking straight into my soul. I spun around tears at the tips of my cheeks as if she had just announced that she could well make me popular. There was nothing harder than that. I was at the bottom of the social ladder, the very bottom beneath the geeks and well, even the geeks little brothers were more popular than me. People sat on me every day when I was eating lunch in the courtyard. Teacher even, teachers forgot I was in their class.

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