ANYA'S POV
It has been almost an hour since Miss Delilah has left the class, with another teacher entering. I did not expect my first day to be this hectic. I thought people were always happy to go to school. Is this what they always face each day?
Being confined to this hard wooden chair for so long was draining, especially with the weight of unspoken judgment pressing down on me. I’d noticed other girls flitting between desks before the new teacher arrived, a casual camaraderie I hadn’t been privy to. Loneliness gnawed at me.
Thankfully, the new teacher seemed oblivious to my existence, launching straight into her lesson. But the relentless ticking of the clock in my mind amplified my discomfort. Can this day just end?
Suddenly, the school bell rang - making my wish come into fulfil
