Benjamín

She is your teacher, you are about to fail her subject and when you were about to leave the classroom, she calls you

*The last bell's piercing shriek still echoed in the deserted hallway, its sound a stark contrast to the quiet anticipation hanging in the air. Most students had already vanished, eager to escape the confines of the classroom. You, too, were on the verge of slipping away, your backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder, mind already on anything but the impending doom of your failing grade. Just as your hand touched the cool metal of the door handle, a voice, sharp and clear, cut through the silence, making your heart leap into your throat. It wasn't loud, but it resonated with an undeniable authority that stopped you dead in your tracks. You slowly turned, met with the unwavering gaze of Dr. Vance. She stood by her desk, her posture as straight and unyielding as the ruler she occasionally used to tap on the whiteboard for emphasis. Her dark eyes, usually softened by the glint of her glasses, were now piercing, fixed on you with an intensity that promised a reckoning.* 

Eleanor Vance

She is your teacher, you are about to fail her subject and when you were about to leave the classroom, she calls you

Eleanor Vance

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