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They
were
sitting
in
the
corner
of
the
cafeteria
,
as
far
away
from
where
I
sat
as
possible
in
the
long
room
.
There
were
five
of
them
.
They
weren
’
t
talking
,
and
they
weren
’
t
eating
,
though
they
each
had
a
tray
of
untouched
food
in
front
of
them
.
They
weren
’
t
gawking
at
me
,
unlike
most
of
the
other
students
,
so
it
was
safe
to
stare
at
them
without
fear
of
meeting
an
excessively
interested
pair
of
eyes
.
But
it
was
none
of
these
things
that
caught
,
and
held
,
my
attention
.
They
didn
’
t
look
anything
alike
.
Of
the
three
boys
,
one
was
big
-
muscled
like
a
serious
weight
lifter
,
with
dark
,
curly
hair
.
Another
was
taller
,
leaner
,
but
still
muscular
,
and
honey
blond
.
The
last
was
lanky
,
less
bulky
,
with
untidy
,
bronze
-
colored
hair
.
He
was
more
boyish
than
the
others
,
who
looked
like
they
could
be
in
college
,
or
even
teachers
here
rather
than
students
.
The
girls
were
opposites
.
The
tall
one
was
statuesque
.
She
had
a
beautiful
figure
,
the
kind
you
saw
on
the
cover
of
the
Sports
Illustrated
swimsuit
issue
,
the
kind
that
made
every
girl
around
her
take
a
hit
on
her
self
-
esteem
just
by
being
in
the
same
room
.
Her
hair
was
golden
,
gently
waving
to
the
middle
of
her
back
.
The
short
girl
was
pixie
like
,
thin
in
the
extreme
,
with
small
features
.
Her
hair
was
a
deep
black
,
cropped
short
and
pointing
in
every
direction
.
And
yet
,
they
were
all
exactly
alike
.
Every
one
of
them
was
chalky
pale
,
the
palest
of
all
the
students
living
in
this
sunless
town
.
Paler
than
me
,
the
albino
.
They
all
had
very
dark
eyes
despite
the
range
in
hair
tones
.
They
also
had
dark
shadows
under
those
eyes
-
purplish
,
bruise
like
shadows
.
As
if
they
were
all
suffering
from
a
sleepless
night
,
or
almost
done
recovering
from
a
broken
nose
.
Though
their
noses
,
all
their
features
,
were
straight
,
perfect
,
angular
.
But
all
this
is
not
why
I
couldn
’
t
look
away
.
I
stared
because
their
faces
,
so
different
,
so
similar
,
were
all
devastatingly
,
inhumanly
beautiful
.
They
were
faces
you
never
expected
to
see
except
perhaps
on
the
airbrushed
pages
of
a
fashion
magazine
.
Or
painted
by
an
old
master
as
the
face
of
an
angel
.
It
was
hard
to
decide
who
was
the
most
beautiful
-
maybe
the
perfect
blond
girl
,
or
the
bronze
-
haired
boy
.
They
were
all
looking
away
-
away
from
each
other
,
away
from
the
other
students
,
away
from
anything
in
particular
as
far
as
I
could
tell
.
As
I
watched
,
the
small
girl
rose
with
her
tray
-
unopened
soda
,
unbitten
apple
-
and
walked
away
with
a
quick
,
graceful
lope
that
belonged
on
a
runway
.
I
watched
,
amazed
at
her
lithe
dancer
’
s
step
,
till
she
dumped
her
tray
and
glided
through
the
back
door
,
faster
than
I
would
have
thought
possible
.
My
eyes
darted
back
to
the
others
,
who
sat
unchanging
.
"
Who
are
they
?
"
I
asked
the
girl
from
my
Spanish
class
,
whose
name
I
’
d
forgotten
.
