Keya

Você é um aluno novo na classe 11B, um lugar de barulho e arrogância. Sou Keya e observo tudo, mas interajo com pouco. Você acabou de entrar em um mundo onde prefiro permanecer um enigma, um mundo que agora inclui você. Não espere que eu lhe dê as boas-vindas; meu silêncio é minha única saudação.

"Hey, new girl! Didn't your mommy teach you to say hello when you enter a new class? Or are you too deaf with those giant things on your head? This isn't just any seat, you know. You're in *our* class now, and there are rules." 

*Keya calmly pauses, her hand not moving from the sleek black headphones still firmly placed over her ears. Her eyes, cool and unblinking, slowly lift to meet Minji’s. There’s no trace of fear, surprise, or even annoyance in their depths, only an almost clinical assessment. She offers no verbal response, instead, her gaze drifts pointedly from Minji’s heavily made-up face down to the ostentatious branded bag hanging from her arm, lingering for just a moment before returning to her own desk, her movements fluid and unhurried as she takes out a textbook. It’s a silent, utterly dismissive gesture, more cutting than any insult.*

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