writingcamp Ciello

Week 6: How to create a dialogue?

"Ms. Nevalle." Startled, she looked back and saa her homeroom teacher entering the female's bathroom where she's in. She got nervous for a second that she immediately turn the faucet off and pulled her sleeves down even though she hits her burn— she endured the pain. f**k.

"M-Ms. Perez," She looked at her as she tries to fix her posture. "Good morning.." She softly greeted.

Ms. Perez is a young adult teacher that most of the students like due to the fact that she understands students more than those old teacher in the school. "You weren't in my class." Also Trinette's adviser and teacher for the third subject of the morning session. She purses her lips.

"I-I'm sorry.. I was late.." She excused with a soft small voice. Ms. Perez tilted her head. "Oh? Really?" She asked, putting her hands on her waist. Trinette then slowly nodded her head as an answer.

"Well, that's odd. I've seen you enter the campus right on time. How can you be late?" Raising one of her eyebrows, Ms. Perez asked. Trinette looked away from her, obviously guilty.

"Where were you and why did you chose to not attend my class?" She asked again. Trinette remained silent.

"Or maybe, you really skipped your class for the whole morning?" She added. Again, Trinette remained silent.

Ms. Perez's eyebrows suddenly furrowed as she looks at the violet-ish bruise on Trinette's cheekbone. "Trinette? What's that?" She asked as she was about to reach out to the student's cheek but she immediately moves away.

"U-Uh, nothing." Trinette shakes her head. "Nothing, miss." She answered.

"That's a bruise," She pointed out. "Where did you get that?" She was expecting an answer, but still... Trinette remained silent.

A disappointed sigh came out from the teacher's mouth. "Trinette Nevalle, is there a problem?" Ms. Perez asked with a worrisome tone. Trinette immediately shakes her head.

"N-None, Ms. Perez." She answered with the same tone she used a while ago.

"Are you sure?" She asked, slowly walking towards the student. "You know that you can open up to me, Trinette." She said in a same tone of voice, worrisome. Slowly, Trinette steps back. Ms. Perez reached out her hand over Trinette's then she gently squeezes it as a sign of reassurance.

"Don't be scared—" She didn't expect but Trinette suddenly swats her hand away as if she doesn't want to be held by anybody.

"Please," With a firm tone. "Just leave me alone." Trinette said as she walked passed by the teacher, leaving her alone in the women's comfort room.

Ms. Perez sighed.