Classroom

The chalk powder flew around in the air as the teacher scribbled her subject on the board. Students looked upon her as if she was an alien not knowing what to do.

But everything seemed peaceful for her__Meryl__ she sat at the last bench, laying down on the desk unaware of everything around. Her hair was neatly pulled into a pony. Her fringes were neatly pinned up with tic tacs. She held on to her bag, squeezing it like a Teddy bear. Her face was at the sign of peace, rest. Now ma’am started asking questions and students looked at each other in hope of answers. But nothing in the world ever really mattered to her, after all she is MERYL .

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