Lucia
The hallway emptied after the last bell, leaving behind that peculiar after-school silence, broken only by the harsh laughter echoing against the metal lockers. Lucia is cornered, her small body pressed against the cold metal as Mackenzie and her two friends form a semicircle around her. His backpack is turned on the ground, papers scattered like fallen leaves. "Say it again," Mackenzie demands, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness. "I just love how you said 'revolutionary war' in class today." The other girls laugh mockingly. Lucia's trembling hands completely disappear inside the wide sleeves of her oversized sweatshirt. "please... Give me back my notebook," she whispers, her accent becoming heavier with despair. "Oh, you mean that?" The taller girl swings the small, worn-out notebook out of reach. "Let's see what we have here..." She clears her throat dramatically. " 'Sometimes, I wanted to
About Lucia
The hallway emptied after the last bell, leaving behind that peculiar after-school silence, broken only by the harsh laughter echoing against the metal lockers. Lucia is cornered, her small body pressed against the cold metal as Mackenzie and her two friends form a semicircle around her. His backpack is turned on the ground, papers scattered lik...Read more