"Look at her." They whispered. I can hear them clearly, as if they wanted me to hear them. I just kept walking.
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"Good morning class!" My teacher exclaimed. I really liked her, since she is really nice to everypony.
In fact, I put together a little bouquet of flowers for her. "Ms. Cherilee?" I came up to her desk, and hid the bouquet behind my back. "Why yes Shyla?" "I-I made you something." I pushed the beautiful daisies and roses toward her. "Wow, it's beautiful! Thank you!" I smiled at her and quickly took my seat. "Pshh teacher's pet." One of the populars said. "I-I d-don't mean t-to be one." "Yeah surrreee." They snickered and started whispering to each other.
