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Date: 2020-09-20 12:32 pm (UTC)I still remember that my group of friends when I was around fourteen — we were a group of four girls who were friendly with people in other groups but sort of kept to ourselves for the most part — made a tentative decision to change where we normally sat during lunchtime, so that we were sitting out on the oval ('oval'=Australian for the grassed sportsground area of the the school), where the popular boys in our year played soccer, and we spent the entire lunch having a massive, convoluted panic about it, because we were so intensely worried that people would notice that we had moved and think ... I don't even know what we were worried they would think. The idea that anyone else would have even noticed we were there (or noticed where we normally sat and think anything other than, 'they must have wanted to sit somewhere else') is just hysterically laughable, but that's what we were like!