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thursday - december 10, 2020

𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐨'𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥
𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓, 𝟏𝟏:𝟑𝟓𝐚𝐦
𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬

She messaged me another time yesterday, claiming that Clarissa's inappropriate remarks during PE were straight up lies.

𝗘𝗹𝗹𝗮

𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱
𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱?

𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝗶'𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱
𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽
𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗶𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘆
𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲?

𝗻𝗼
𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿
𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿
𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁

She gladly denied my offer and promised that she'd be fine without my help.

However, it seems like something unexpected happened to her in today's early morning. Her behavior greatly differs from her normally cold demeanor. She doesn't come off as irritated and ignorant for the first time.

She's rather tearful.

I noticed that she constantly makes sure her sleeves aren't riding up her wrists, exposing her fair skin.

Her cheek is slightly reddened and she tries to keep covering that as well. Once again I could be interpreting things incorrectly, but it seems as if there's a fading handprint visible on her skin, meaning someone slapped her.

But I if I asked her now about her well-being, she probably would keep it a secret anyway, that's why I don't even bother trying to approach her with overly kind words. 

"Everybody take out your homework please and compare it with your partner's. Discuss the most important aspects and add certain things that may be missing. Five minutes should be enough," Mrs. Bailey orders and has a quick look at her watch before allowing us to begin working.

Watching Ella from the corner of my left eye, I grab my homework and openly lay the notes I took in front of me.

I turn my gaze toward the girl beside me and only a moment later her drowsy eyes meet mine.

"I forgot mine at home, sorry," she says under her breath and studies the questioning expression on my face.

"I wrote them twice," I admit murmuring and slide my second sheet of paper with my notes on it over to her side of the table.

She furrows her eyebrows but nods with thanks and even a faint sigh of relief escapes her nostrils. 

Both her and I then scoot merely a couple of inches closer to the middle of the table, so that our elbows are nearly touching. However, she prefers pulling her arm away to prevent that occurrence from the very first moment on.