Getting out of bed after the events of the previous day was difficult for Vittoria, not only because she managed to catch a slight cold, but mainly for all the memories of what happened to her classmate. She felt responsible, like it was her fault, because if she had tried to stop Michelle's brother, maybe Descamps would not have been hurt.
She knew he was a bully, and he probably deserved a punishment for the trick he pulled on her and Michelle or for the constant bullying towards Pichon and others, but she didn't think that he deserved such a cruel punishment. Losing a part of the body was no joke; it didn't matter how small or important it was.
But after she spent some more time rethinking about the previous day again, she decided to finally start to get ready for school, which she was very excited for.
She took a darker dress, a dark-purple one, so that if someone had the idea to replicate the past prank, this time she was a little more prepared for it. And after getting dressed, while humming one of her favorite Italian songs of the moment, Nel blu dipinto di blu by Domenico Modugno, she organized her little school bag, remembering she had PE today, which had made her mood worse.
She then, realizing that she was a little late, sprinted down the stairs and took a singular biscuit before screaming goodbye to her parents, who laughed at her while drinking their morning coffee.
"Oh god, I'm so late, oh god, oh god, oh god..." Vittoria started mumbling under her breath while practically running to the school before she tripped on her own two feet.
Preparing herself for the fall, she instinctively closed her eyes, ready to feel her face hit the concrete floor. But after moments of panic, that never happened, and all she could feel were a pair of arms that held on her tightly, preventing her from falling.
She could feel eyes, or more precisely an eye, looking at her, and a little laugh erupted from her savior, making her open her eyes.
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