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the table, she turned her head to look out the window. She saw the fallen leaves and scraps of discarded paper blowing away on the field and she imagined the sound the wind would be making.
    A roaring gust that shook the earth as it made its presence known to everyone.
    It was such a powerful element, the wind. Peaceful at times, free to move in any which way, but today it seemed to be raging a war using the soccer field as its battlefield.
    Dahlia wondered what it would be like to be that free. To have the ability to just let go and soar in the sky, fearing absolutely nothing.
    “Ms. Winters?”
    If there was one super power I wished to possess, it would be to fly.
    “Ms. Winters?”
    Maybe even mind reading. Yes...reading minds would definitely be epic.
    “ Miz. Winters! Are you awake in there?”
    Startled out of her daydream, it took a moment for Dahlia to register a figure standing right next to her desk. She glanced up to find Mr. Lawson staring down at her, a glower forming on his already wrinkly, pale face. She looked on in silence at his growing frown, giving a look of apology in return.
    She also realized that the entire sixth period Health class was staring at her as well, a few attempting to hide a few grins. The rest were blatantly laughing.
    “Sorry, Mr. Lawson.”
    Slumping further into her seat, Dahlia wished she could disappear. Me and my stupid daydreams. She peered back into his face, trying to ignore the rest of the class. “Was there something you were asking me?” She inconspicuously wiped the corner of her mouth with her fingertips, praying there was no drool.
    She was in the clear, thank God.
    Raising his eyebrows, Mr. Lawson began. “Before I so abruptly interrupted your daydreaming, I wanted you to give a demonstration to the class.” Holding a banana in one hand and a condom in another, he offered both items to her.
    “Begin.”
    Today’s topic, a review, was none other than sex education. What a way to ring in the new semester.
    Slowly grabbing the items with both hands, Dahlia looked around at all the nameless faces in her classroom. She turned as red as a beet as she clutched the two items tightly.
    “I don’t think she knows where to begin,” a voice muttered from the back of the room. She didn’t think Mr. Lawson heard, but from the sudden burst of giggles, Dahlia deduced that not only was she the new girl, but a laughingstock too.
    Just when things were going so well.
    She grimaced slightly and ignored the class, shuffling uncomfortably in her seat. She didn’t enjoy being the center of attention so, items in hand, quickly did what Mr. Lawson asked. After successfully donning the banana with the condom, she covered her face in embarrassment, using her hair as a shield. She prayed for class to end as Mr. Lawson walked back to the front and was lucky as the bell rang only minutes later.
    Dahlia quickly jumped out of her seat, grabbed her things, and darted into the halls. She rushed straight into the bathroom and, finding the stall furthest away, ran inside, slamming the door shut as she locked it.
    Her heart rate galloped in her chest from the rush and mortification of the entire incident. She rummaged through her things for a granola bar, then hung her bag on the metal hanger as she slumped down on the toilet seat, sighing. Opening the wrapper, she took a bite of the bar, secretly wishing the oats were chocolate.
    It was definitely a chocolate bar kind of day.
    She quickly drew her feet up and rested them on the toilet as she heard the bathroom door open, the sound of voices fluttering into the room.
    She did not want anyone noticing her.
    Dahlia just wanted everyone to go away so she could be alone. That had been so embarrassing and she was not in the mood to be bumping into anyone who had just witnessed that whole debacle in class. She buried her head in her crossed arms as feelings instantly brought her back to her childhood. When she had to stand there as kids shunned her and