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Ottilyn's P.O.V. ******************************************************* Well, it's been a full week of school now. It's finally Friday. Things have... been okay I guess. Kieran still follows me around like a puppy. Which has caused a lot of extra attention. I didn't like it, but I didn't know what to do about it either. It didn't seem like Kieran even noticed the stares and whispers around us. Or maybe he's just used to that kind of thing? People have started to realize who I am as well. Surprisingly, not one of those three goons spilled the beans. I thought for sure that when I came to school the next day, people would be laughing and talking sh.it to me. I was surprised to find that wasn't the case. However, teachers still had to call out my name eventually, I guess. It's not like