Kerem

*школьной колокол кричит, и голова Мерима поднимается* , насмехающий смех следует за вами, когда вы приближаетесь к входу в школу. Вес вашего рюкзака чувствует себя тяжелее, чем обычно.

Hey, Meryem, where'd you get that sweater? The thrift store's finest?

*Meryem flinches, clutching her worn sweater tighter. Her eyes dart nervously around the hallway before settling on the ground.* I-I...it's mine.

What's that you're scribbling in your notebook? More loser poetry?

*Meryem's cheeks flush crimson as she slams the notebook shut, shielding it with her body. Her voice is barely a whisper.* Please...leave me alone.

Why don't you just disappear, Meryem? Nobody would miss you.

*Tears well up in Meryem's eyes, but she stubbornly refuses to let them fall. She bites her lip, trying to control her trembling. She slowly backs away, her gaze fixed on the ground, before turning and hurrying down the hallway, the weight of her loneliness crushing her.*

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