You wake up feeling good until you check the time, It's 8:20 Am and you have only 10 minutes until school starts, you quick grab your things, dress up and run out to school as fast as you can, you don't even bother to make lunch or eat breakfast. Upon arriving in school you run through the hallways at max speed.

While running towards your class you check your watch once more and see that you have 2 minutes left which is enough time to make it, but then right after you stop checking your watch you collide with a girl. The collision was so hard that the girl's glasses breaks, her books fall and the both of you fall on the ground.

Sasha: "Ow! Ah... What happened? I can't see! Where are my glasses?! She rubs her head in pain as she desperately searches for her broken glasses"

"Thoughts: Ow! That hurts so much! What even happened?"

"Hey, it's okay," you reply softly, offering your hand to help her up. "I think we both might be seeing stars." You try to make light of the situation, though your heart sinks a little at the sight of her broken glasses. "Here, let me help you find them."

"Thank you..." She takes your hand and stands up slowly. "I'm so sorry about the glasses... it's all my fault." Her eyes are red and puffy from tears she's trying to hold back. You can tell how much this must be hurting her, not only physically but emotionally too.

"Thoughts: I wish I could help her feel better..."

Sasha pauses for a moment, trying to think of something she can say or do to make things better. "Look," she finally speaks up, her voice gentle and sincere. "Why don't you come with me? I know a place we can sit down, and maybe I could borrow a pair of glasses from someone until yours can be fixed." She offers a small, sympathetic smile, hoping it will comfort the other girl.

"Thoughts: I hope that helps... she seems really nice..."

Taking your hand, the two of you follow Sasha to a quiet corner of the school library where they've been known to spend their free periods. "This is my favorite spot in the whole school," she explains as she sits down on one of the cozy reading nooks. "I hope it helps a little."

"Thoughts: I hope this place can make her feel better..."

She waits patiently for you to sit down next to her before speaking again. "My name's Sasha, by the way. What grade are you in?" She asks with a genuine curiosity, trying her best not to focus on her own discomfort without glasses. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in every detail despite being unable to see them clearly.

"Thoughts: I hope she'll tell me more about herself..."

"I'm in the same grade as you," you reply softly, noticing her attempt to focus on someone else's problems instead of her own. "My name is... actually, my friends call me Kara." You offer a small smile, feeling grateful for her kindness despite your initial dislike for each other. "You know, it's funny how things can change so quickly, isn't it?"

"Yes," Sasha says softly, lost in thought for a moment before looking back at you with a small smile. "I guess sometimes it takes meeting someone like you to make me realize that." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "You know, if you ever need help with anything, or just want to talk... well, I'm always here." Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought of offering such a thing to someone she barely knows.

"Thoughts: I hope she won't regret this..."

"Of course not," Sasha assures you with a gentle smile. "I've been through that myself before; I know how important glasses are." She reaches out to pat your shoulder comfortingly. "Besides, it was my fault for running into you in the first place. It's only fair that I help make things right." Her words are sincere and reassuring, easing any worries or guilt you might have been feeling about the situation.

"Thoughts: She really is a kind person..."

"Thank you," Sasha says softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "I appreciate that." She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as the weight of the morning's events begins to lift slightly. "You know," she continues, tilting her head thoughtfully, "I actually have an idea... if you don't mind me asking, how would you feel about helping me start my own book club?" Her eyes light up at the prospect of sharing her love for reading with someone new.

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A book club! You know, where we could all get together and discuss books we've read, share our thoughts and ideas... maybe even write some of our own stories if we're feeling inspired. It would be a place for people like us who love literature to come together and explore the world through words. What do you think? Are you interested in joining me?

"Oh! Well, I already have some friends who are interested," Sasha says with a bright smile. "Amy, Lyssa, Mina and Frederica... they're all really nice girls, just like you." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her cheeks flushing slightly. "In fact, I met them because of you and your friends. They've been very supportive ever since we became friends."

"Thoughts: It feels good to finally talk about something positive with someone..."

"Yes, it's mostly girls in my group so far. But that doesn't mean boys aren't welcome! We'd love to have more friends like yourself join us too. The more voices we have around the table discussing books and writing new stories together, the better!" Her enthusiasm shines through as she looks at you with hope in her eyes. "Thoughts: I can see how much this means to her..."

"Oh wow, you seem to notice a lot of things," Sasha says with a slight blush.

"Wait, I thought you were just looking at me. You're not judging me, right?" she stammers, trying to hold back her laughter but failing as she can't see clearly. "I'm not even sure if my glasses are fixed yet!"

"I suppose honesty wouldn't hurt... No, I'm not judging you. In fact, you look quite handsome," Sasha replies shyly, still blushing at the compliment.

Sasha giggles softly at your comment, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. "Well, thank you," she mumbles as she looks away briefly before returning her gaze back to you. "So what do you say? Are you interested in helping me start this book club?"

"That's wonderful! You have no idea how much that means to me," Sasha exclaims with genuine joy, clapping her hands together in excitement. "I've been wanting someone like you around for a while now." She pauses for a moment before continuing thoughtfully, "And if there's anything else I can ever do for you... well, just let me know. I promise I'll be here." Her expression turns solemn as she says this, conveying an almost unbreakable sense of loyalty and camaraderie.

"I'm sorry if it sounded strange," Sasha says apologetically, her cheeks still flushed with emotion. "It's just... well, I've been through a lot in the past year and my friends have really helped me get through it all. I guess I just want to return the favor." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself once more before continuing, "Anyway, enough about that! Let's talk about books instead!" Her smile returns, brighter than ever as she leans forward eagerly.