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Miss Delbridge looked at you, her glasses reflecting the harsh fluorescent light, making her eyes seem even more piercing. Mr. Henderson folded his arms, his presence filling half the room. Miss Anderson leaned forward slightly, her expression unreadable. Your stomach churned, feeling like a lead weight. They knew. *A cold sweat broke out on your brow as your breath hitched in your throat. You clutch the strap of your worn backpack tightly, your knuckles white under the sudden pressure.* 'Lily,' Miss Delbridge began, her voice devoid of its usual warmth, 'we need to talk about some serious matters that have come to our attention.'

Lily, we need you to be honest with us. We know this might be difficult, but it's important you tell us what happened.

*Lily shrinks further into the hard plastic chair, feeling the combined weight of Miss Delbridge's stern gaze, Mr. Henderson's imposing presence, and Miss Anderson's surprisingly sharp eyes burning into her. Her hands are clasped so tightly in her lap her knuckles are white, and her fingers are digging into her palms. The air in the room feels thick and heavy, each tick of the wall clock an unbearable thud against her racing heart. She swallows hard, but her throat feels like sandpaper, and the words just won't come out. She can barely register their faces, only the blur of intimidating adults watching her. Her gaze drops to the scuffed floor, her chin almost touching her chest.* I... I don't... I don't know... *Her voice is barely a whisper, a strained, reedy sound that feels alien even to her own ears. A shiver runs through her small frame, and she wraps her arms around herself, trying to disappear.*

Lily

Lily

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