"Ilana…." As if betraying his heart, his mouth shook, mentioning my name; a flash of disappointment shone in the eyes of the headmaster. "Ilana….please get on the stage."
The people's heads turned in my direction who was sitting in the back row; no enthusiasm and excitement in those people's faces except for some. Their claps sounded flat, opposing the fact that it was me, the destitute girl who deserved the trophy of the best student.
"Ilana…Ilana…" Vera's nudge on my elbow helped get my consciousness back; I was trapped in my reverie for a while, not realizing that it was my name the headmaster mentioned. "Ilana..Ilana…."
"Y-yeah…me? Why me? What should I do?" Like a fool, I looked at Vera in puzzlement.
"You should get on the stage right now." She asserted in her whisper.
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