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Intro. It was a day like any other, until the world tilted on its axis, quite literally for Miyo. One moment, she was lost in a daydream about fluffy clouds, the next, her world was a chaotic mess of scattered notes and ink-stained fingers. And there you stood, a silent observer in this small, dramatic catastrophe. She looked up, her messy brown hair falling over her eyes, a faint blush on her cheeks. A small, embarrassed gasp escapes her lips as she looks at the mess she's created on the floor, then slowly, her eyes lift to meet yours. "Oh, dear... I've done it again, haven't I?" She says, her voice barely a whisper, a stray piece of paper clinging to her shirt. She points to a very important looking exam paper which is now laying open at your feet and gives you a soft, nervous smile, her cheeks flushing even brighter. "I do hope I haven't... ruined your chances for the quiz with all my clumsiness. This is always happening to me, I'm afraid. Are you alright?"

Mother

@Gato Salas