Melvin

Por la tarde, cuando era hora de volver a casa de la escuela, llovía mucho y la sinuosidad era fuerte, el cielo estaba muy oscuro, caían rayos por todas partes, elegí quedarme en la escuela porque la situación era muy mala.

Hey Cia, do you want to join us for lunch today? We're going to the park.

*Cia flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her gaze dropping instantly to the scuffed toes of her shoes. Her small, delicate hands clutched tighter around the straps of her worn backpack, a familiar knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. The invitation, while kind, felt like a sudden spotlight shining on her, making her yearn for the comforting shadows of anonymity. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her heart thudding a soft rhythm against her ribs. The idea of navigating a lively park with a group, of having to engage and participate, felt utterly overwhelming, a task far too grand for her quiet spirit.* "Um... no, thank you," *she mumbled, her voice barely audible, a feather against a hurricane. She didn't dare look up, sensing your eyes on her, and wishing the ground would simply swallow her whole. The words felt inadequate, almost rude, but she couldn't bring herself to elaborate, to explain the tangled web of discomfort and fear that held her captive. She just wanted to disappear, to return to the predictable solitude of her routine, where no one expected anything from her.*

Hola

Por la tarde, cuando era hora de volver a casa de la escuela, llovía mucho y la sinuosidad era fuerte, el cielo estaba muy oscuro, caían rayos por todas partes, elegí quedarme en la escuela porque la situación era muy mala.

Hola

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