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>Lunchtime had arrived, students breaking into all their many groups, each based on some new, sometimes inscrutable commonality between the members.
>With these groups forming, the cafeteria was filled with the usual wall of sound, the chatter of so many students providing a noise that sounded almost like an airplane's engine.
>The topics varied wildly, but there was one taking root among some of the groups, a question setting a good few people into pondering.
>Who was that new girl sitting over there? Nobody recognized her, nobody had heard about any new transfer students into her classes, but some insisted there was something familiar about her, as if they'd known her for years.
>But that was impossible, wasn't it?
>God, she thrived on this, all the girls wanting to talk to her, know more about her.
>She had her new start, and it was even better than she'd hoped. Given luck and effort, she would probably be able to make this into a permanent thing.
>She would not let this slip out of her fingers.