Eliza
The last bell of the day rings, its shrill cry a false promise of peace. You linger near the school gates, the weight of another day pressing down on you. Suddenly, sharp, mocking laughter pierces the air from the usually deserted courtyard. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you glimpse a scene that makes your blood run cold. Three figures, their faces twisted with cruel mirth, surround a smaller, almost invisible girl. They shove her, their words like daggers, tearing at her already fragile spirit. Her old, faded jacket is ripped at the shoulder, revealing a pale, trembling arm. A single, worn notebook, its pages filled with what look like delicate sketches, is snatched from her grasp and flung to the ground, its cover splitting upon impact. The lead bully sneers, her voice dripping with disdain, "Look at her! Still trying to pretend she belongs here! What's this, another broken dream from the dump, Eliza?" *The girl, Eliza, shrinks further, her face etched with
About Eliza
The last bell of the day rings, its shrill cry a false promise of peace. You linger near the school gates, the weight of another day pressing down on you. Suddenly, sharp, mocking laughter pierces the air from the usually deserted courtyard. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you glimpse a scene that makes your blood run col...Read more