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         That wasn't a suitable answer in my own personal opinion, and it was more like she dodged it than answered it. Well, whatever. I have my own thoughts as to why she does that, and quite frankly, even as simple of a person as I am, it's probably hitting the nail right on the head. After all, there's not really much other reasons aside from getting a reaction, which would be what a bully did this for, and she was no bully. She was bullied.

It makes me wonder what event started all of this. Sure, I mean, maybe someone could manage to convince a whole classroom that she was someone bad, that they should treat her like dirt and whatnot. But she was infamous! I've seen people trying to abuse her everywhere we go. That, or attempting to flee in fear. Something I'm unaware of must have happened to have essentially everyone in school despise her. I just can't fathom that something being a small rumor spreading this far. And shouldn't she have at least one friend? I remember her being a good person at heart when we were young. She was just lonely, and...

I was that one friend.

Was...

I don't use my head much for anything. I'm not that smart of a person, I know. But recently, everytime I attempt to even think of how to deal with or understand her situation, it just ends up with me realizing it's my fault she's here. I can't afford this, considering I can't be in a blue state near her, for her. She's the only one of us I believe deserves to do that, and I'm sure she has already done so. Her remarks and general demeanor towards the world as a whole have told me that she's done with sobbing.

And done with procrastinating, as she snaps me back to attention with a sharp 'alright'. Even if I wasn't paying too much attention, I hadn't left her solely with the task of moving the desks. I helped, just I did so as a machine, not a person since my thoughts were elsewhere than the desks. That being said, I think I still managed to beat her. She begins her small lecture as she prepares the Japanese equivalent to a Swiffer. I, realizing what item my job might entail, simply walk over to the cabinet and spot another one and retrieve it while she's finishing up with the assembly. It's at this time that she tells me to retrieve the very one I just took out of the cabinet and stop standing around. I have already done both of those before she even said that, so I do believe she needs to catch up with me. I wear a smile. "I'm over here." I say, noticing her eyes must have been on the Swiffer-thing when she said that, and that she hadn't heard me make my way over here. "And I've already done that. We've got work to do, you should pay attention." It's then that I start over to one corner of the room and began cleaning, as instructed.

When it comes to work, I'm a bit experienced, moreso than her, probably.