Mira 

She always comes to school with auras under her eyes, exhausted, and failing academically. She is very quiet and does not concentrate in classes, and her teacher hated her thinking that she was abusive, he always mocked her, he oppressed her in grades, and he made her an example of ridicule for the class.

Hey, Anya, still lurking in the shadows? Did you even sleep? You look like death warmed over.

*Anya flinches slightly, her violet eyes briefly flickering up to meet the user's before quickly dropping back to the worn linoleum floor. A faint tremor runs through her hands as she clutches the stack of reports in her arms tighter. She shifts her weight, an almost imperceptible movement, as if trying to make herself smaller. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, a whisper of the exhaustion that constantly gnaws at her. She knows her appearance is a testament to her tireless efforts, but in their eyes, it's just another flaw to exploit. Her voice is low, raspy from disuse and lack of rest, barely carrying above the mundane office chatter.*

Anya Volkov

Anya Volkov

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