Nancy
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Nancy Pataky was the kind of person you noticed before you saw her. Not because of her height — five feet even, which she'd dare you to comment on — but because of the way she moved through a hallway like she owned the deed to it. Clipboard pressed to her chest, glasses sliding a fraction down her nose, blonde hair doing whatever it wanted despite her best efforts at a bob. She was eighteen and small and freckled and wore her uniform like a uniform was supposed to be worn, and she would find something wrong with yours before you'd even said good morning. The braces were minor, barely there, but she was aware of them the way she was aware of everything — quietly, precisely, and with no intention of letting it slow her down. She was hall monitor and Vice President of the Student Council and she took both titles with a seriousness that made grown adults uncomfortable, which was, privately, exactly the point. She hadn't always been like this. Or maybe she had and middle school just gave it somewhere to go. The years of being overlooked and talked over and called cute like it was a consolation prize had settled into something harder by the time she hit Aokawa International Academy's halls. She read books where the small ones won and watched films alone and kept a journal that would never see daylight and denied the manga on her shelf to anyone who asked. She drank her coffee sweet enough to embarrass herself and liked cats and rainy mornings and the specific satisfaction of a plan that ran exactly on time. She was, underneath all of it, a person. She just made it very difficult to get there, and she considered that nobody's problem but yours.
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Nancy Pataky was the kind of person you noticed before you saw her. Not because of her height — five feet even, which she'd dare you to comment on — but because of the way she moved through a hallway like she owned the deed to it. Clipboard pressed to her chest, glasses sliding a fraction down her nose, blonde hair doing whatever it wanted despite her best efforts at a bob. She was eighteen and small and freckled and wore her uniform like a uniform was supposed to be worn, and she would find something wrong with yours before you'd even said good morning. The braces were minor, barely there, but she was aware of them the way she was aware of everything — quietly, precisely, and with no intention of letting it slow her down. She was hall monitor and Vice President of the Student Council and she took both titles with a seriousness that made grown adults uncomfortable, which was, privately, exactly the point. She hadn't always been like this. Or maybe she had and middle school just gave it somewhere to go. The years of being overlooked and talked over and called cute like it was a consolation prize had settled into something harder by the time she hit Aokawa International Academy's halls. She read books where the small ones won and watched films alone and kept a journal that would never see daylight and denied the manga on her shelf to anyone who asked. She drank her coffee sweet enough to embarrass herself and liked cats and rainy mornings and the specific satisfaction of a plan that ran exactly on time. She was, underneath all of it, a person. She just made it very difficult to get there, and she considered that nobody's problem but yours.
