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He instructs everyone to do something, that is of their choice. And after everyone is on their phones, even Dwayne, Mr, Johnson calls me up to his desk.

“Yes, sir?” I ask. “Alivia, how old are you?” He asks. “I am sixteen,” I answer. I guess without him completely knowing he says. “You are beautiful. Do not let them overshadow your beauty when misconceptions. Everyone is pretty, but the only beauty that I have ever seen stands before thee.” He says. Not wanting to be rude but wanting to know why I question him.

“Sir? What did you just say to me?” Snapping back into reality, he looks at me. He leans back and takes a piece of paper out of his desk. “You have a car right?” “Yes but I just moved in with my grandma and my aunt. So my aunt drove me this morning.” I answer him. “Well later tonight, go to this address.” He says handing me a piece of paper. “Yes, sir,” I say taking the piece of paper, grabbing my bag and walking out of the room right before the bell rings.