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In the middle of an island, there lived a girl.

Her name was Ananya. She was the village beauty, with her shiny, silky, black hair, dark forest-green eyes and smooth brown skin.

But she was also the village oddity. She had been sitting on a rock, reading a book, which is unusual for a teenage girl in this village.

A boy had been walking past the rock. He caught a glimpse of her at school and was immediately enamored.

He strutted up to Ananya with confidence.

“Hello. Ananya, right?” he asked quietly.

”Yes, I’m Ananya. What do you want?” she asked, annoyed at being interrupted during her reading.

“I just wanted someone to talk to.” he says, not hiding his interest.

“Find someone else,” she responded bluntly. “I’m not interested.”