Her eyes were fixed on the spot on her table where her cushion had once laid. It was now invisible, had been for a few minutes while the remainder of her class produced theirs.
She looked as if she were to be sent off to her own hanging after class ended. She fully expected to be yelled at, and get points docked. She had been horribly dissrespectful, and promised herself that she would take it in silence. She deserved it.
Bored, she removed the back chord from the end of her long braid, and combed her fingers though her long hair, which was now wavy, then retied her hair into a low ponytail. She was merely trying to pass time before class ended.
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“Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect and I don't live to be.
But, before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean.”
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