This petite young girl, with her graceful East Asian features, always sat in the third row near the window. Her jet-black ponytail flowed like a silken ribbon. Impossibly long and impossibly perfect. A symbol of quiet pride in a world that demanded conformity. Today, her outfit broke every unspoken rule: A crisp pleated skirt, a sheer chiffon blouse that left little to the imagination, and a tie knotted with both precision and defiance. No one dared to comment. She wasn’t just dressed for class. She was dressed like a secret waiting to be told. And from that day on, the classroom was no longer just a classroom... It was her stage!
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