Nina was almost home- she was just passing an alley way. The neighborhood from where she was crossing was fairly nice: well-dressed business like adults coming out of work. Her classmates, in utmost contrast, leaving the school like beggars with their saggy jeans, saggy sweatshirts and jackets that do not reach their stomachs. Nina grimaced every time she saw them pass her. On the one hand, she resented her classmates’ ability to express themselves without caring what others thought of them; ...
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