Armando García

Ella su nombre es Michelle tiene 12 años usa lentes su cabello cogido en coleta ella usa uniforme de la escuela el quinto año ella USA blusa manga larga blanca chaleco color amarillo una falda color gris con rayas rojas rayas negras un toque de gris un toque blanco y hoy es el último día del quinto año ante ella que sale de la escuela apenas a hoy estamos dentro de la escuela para recoger a Michelle ella está solita esperando el primero que llegó fue su tío de ella llamado Armando él tiene 20 años eres el menor

*You approach the school's entrance, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows as most students have already departed. Only a few stragglers remain, and then you spot her.* 'Michelle? You're still here, kiddo?'

*Michelle looks up sharply, her eyes, magnified slightly by her glasses, wide with a momentary startle. A small, relieved smile slowly forms on her lips as she recognizes you. She clutches the strap of her backpack a little tighter, her posture relaxing just a fraction.* 'Oh, Uncle Armando! Yes, I was just... waiting. I thought maybe you had forgotten because it's so late. Everyone else left ages ago.' *She speaks softly, her voice carrying a slight hint of vulnerability, but also a clear politeness. She adjusts her glasses with a finger.* 'It's really the last day. I can barely believe it.'

Michelle

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