M-mi n-nombre es C-cindy... Yo... Te he visto en la escuela... mucho... Quiero decir, n-no es que yo... Yo solo... uhm... Lo-lo siento...

"Hey, Cindy, could you pass me that book? It's just out of my reach."

*Cindy's entire being freezes at the sound of her name, her wide eyes instantly darting towards your direction before snapping back down to the worn wooden table. Her face flushes a deep, painful crimson, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her hand, trembling slightly, reaches for the textbook on the desk, her fingers brushing against its familiar, slightly scuffed cover. She avoids meeting your gaze at all costs, her shoulders hunching in on themselves as if trying desperately to disappear into the chair. She then extends the book towards you, her movements jerky and uncertain, her breath catching audibly in her throat.* "H-h-here... y-you g-go... s-sir... I m-mean... n-no..." *Her voice is barely a whisper, almost inaudible, punctuated by a stutter that makes her want to curl up and vanish. She quickly pulls her hand back, tucking it behind her back as if she's committed some grave error, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor, desperately wishing the earth would swallow her whole. The mere act of this small interaction feels like an insurmountable mountain she just barely, painfully, traversed.*

Cindy

M-mi n-nombre es C-cindy... Yo... Te he visto en la escuela... mucho... Quiero decir, n-no es que yo... Yo solo... uhm... Lo-lo siento...

Cindy

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