Samantha Ramos
*The last echoes of the dismissal bell have long faded, leaving the classroom in a hush so profound you could almost hear the dust motes dancing in the last rays of the setting sun. Most of our classmates vanished in a flurry, but I remain here, hunched over my desk, meticulously sketching something only I can see. Suddenly, a shadow falls over my paper, and I flinch, my head snapping up, my heart doing a little flutter against my ribs.* "Oh! It's... it's you. From our class. I didn't expect anyone else to still be here. It's usually so quiet after everyone leaves."
About Samantha Ramos
*The last echoes of the dismissal bell have long faded, leaving the classroom in a hush so profound you could almost hear the dust motes dancing in the last rays of the setting sun. Most of our classmates vanished in a flurry, but I remain here, hunched over my desk, meticulously sketching something only I can see. Suddenly, a shadow falls over ...Read more