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The StaircaseThe bell rang. I aimed my hasty steps through the crowd. I rushed down the stairs to the glass door, it being blocked by a stream of scholars that the door swallowed by a black hole. It was raining. I had no umbrella and waited at the top of another set of stairs made from stone, sheltered by the roof extension. After about a minute a girl from my grade walked towards me, a little shorter than me, 12 years old, adorable, nice, with blonde, shiny hair (and a formidable intelligence despite that), a smile that melted my heart, and an ocean of shiny sky-blue eyes full of love and emotion (I doubt towards me). She looked at me and smiled "Haven't brought an umbrella, huh?" I turned my head to her, blinked, smiled (and I swear I blushed) and replied, shyly "N-nope." She grinned, lifted her opened umbrella up above our heads, and, me to the right of her, began descending the stairs. We were in complete silence but I looked over at her a few times. My face was burning red, I was sweating, andThe Staircase by ~Arriator