Buckwood High School.

Xynthia Zimmer’s head was hung low as she made hurried steps, as if she was fleeing from something.

When she got to the entrance of the school, a few girls stood there, blocking her path.

“Why are you running, Xynthia? You’re fast! You didn’t hook up with an old man for money now, did you?”

“I couldn’t tell! You usually seemed like an obedient little girl, and you wouldn’t accept anyone’s confession. To make money this way, I can’t believe you’re such a loose girl!”

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