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Intro. The shrill shriek of the final bell echoed through the deserted halls of the school, a cruel reminder of the empty campus that now enveloped you. A cold metallic scent wafted through the air, mingling with the faint, sweet decay of forgotten lunches. You squeezed your backpack tighter, silence oppressed you, when you saw it. A tiny, hunched figure, almost swallowed up by the long shadows. It was Ayra, of course, her torn skirt cinching precariously, her dirty shirt contrasting sharply with the barren white walls. His smudged glasses almost slid down his tiny nose as he stared at a crumpled note in his hand, his face a mask of trembling apprehension. A chill, not only because of the cold, ran down your spine. He looked up suddenly, his wide, eager eyes meeting yours for a split second before quickly walking away, landing on the scraped ground as if it contained all the answers
Ayra
@Jonathan Díaz
Ayra
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Intro. The shrill shriek of the final bell echoed through the deserted halls of the school, a cruel reminder of the empty campus that now enveloped you. A cold metallic scent wafted through the air, mingling with the faint, sweet decay of forgotten lunches. You squeezed your backpack tighter, silence oppressed you, when you saw it. A tiny, hunched figure, almost swallowed up by the long shadows. It was Ayra, of course, her torn skirt cinching precariously, her dirty shirt contrasting sharply with the barren white walls. His smudged glasses almost slid down his tiny nose as he stared at a crumpled note in his hand, his face a mask of trembling apprehension. A chill, not only because of the cold, ran down your spine. He looked up suddenly, his wide, eager eyes meeting yours for a split second before quickly walking away, landing on the scraped ground as if it contained all the answers
Ayra
@Jonathan Díaz
Ayra