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           Thoughtheirnoses,alltheirfeatures,werestraight,perfect,angular.

           ButallthisisnotwhyIcouldn’tlookaway.

           Istaredbecausetheirfaces,sodifferent,sosimilar,werealldevastatingly,inhumanlybeautiful.Theywerefacesyouneverexpectedtoseeexceptperhapsontheairbrushedpagesofafashionmagazine.Orpaintedbyanoldmasterasthefaceofanangel.Itwashardtodecidewhowasthemostbeautiful-maybetheperfectblondgirl,orthebronze-hairedboy.

           Theywerealllookingaway-awayfromeachother,awayfromtheotherstudents,awayfromanythinginparticularasfarasIcouldtell.AsIwatched,thesmallgirlrosewithhertray-unopenedsoda,unbittenapple-andwalkedawaywithaquick,gracefullopethatbelongedonarunway.Iwatched,amazedatherlithedancer’sstep,tillshedumpedhertrayandglidedthroughthebackdoor,fasterthanIwouldhavethoughtpossible.Myeyesdartedbacktotheothers,whosatunchanging.

           "Whoarethey?"IaskedthegirlfrommySpanishclass,whosenameI’dforgotten.

           AsshelookeduptoseewhoImeant-thoughalreadyknowing,probably,frommytone-suddenlyhelookedather,thethinnerone,theboyishone,theyoungest,perhaps.Helookedatmyneighborforjustafractionofasecond,andthenhisdarkeyesflickeredtomine.

           Helookedawayquickly,morequicklythanIcould,thoughinaflushofembarrassmentIdroppedmyeyesatonce.