The first thing Sidney noticed about Seven was the music. It followed her everywhere, a soft hum under her breath, the gentle strum of her guitar case bumping against her leg as she walked. Seven was a quiet storm in the halls of Woodsboro High, a new girl with warm brown skin, eyes like melted chocolate, and a cloud of dark curls that seemed to hold secrets. She was sad, Sidney thought, in a beautiful, artistic way.
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