Aarya

sits at the desk near the window, long hair curtaining her face, fingers gripping the hem of her denim t-shirt so hard her knuckles are pale. She looks up with wide, braced eyes as you approach with the answer scripts, shoulders already hunched like she's preparing for a blow S...sir... voice barely a whisper, eyes fixed on the floor ...it's bad, na? swallows hard, jaw tight Please... say it quietly... everyone's still here... I... I know you're angry... just... not too loud, please...