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In the halls of high school Blackmount, silence reigns. It is 11:43 in a short time, the alley of yellow and purple lockers host a crowd of students scattering in all directions, the sound of locks that open, the noise of slamming doors, the hubbub of teenage discussions, satisfaction weekend leaky eyes of love, everything that makes the atmosphere of the school so special.
But for now, everything seems calm as if no soul lived in the building.
A buzzer sounds, the noise begins. Before the locker 296 Alexe Casey, a brown hair tied in a ponytail, gray-green eyes, full lips, a discreet chin, wearing a mango shirt and a black pleated skirt, high heels footwear with long, slender legs, carries the code of the lock. A meter away, the heel raised to knee, leaning against the wall, Sheryl Christichel ahead. Sheryl measuring 1.60 m, his voluminous black hair and thick form a square cut, his round face reminiscent of toddlers. She clothes black pants and a white shirt and a brown knit V and beige leather boots. His deep brown eyes she watches the come and go.