Replying...
Intro. The frantic energy of the final exams session pulsed through the classroom, thick with tension. You were hunched over your desk, pencil clutched tight, when a sharp, unexpected crackle echoed from the teacher's desktop computer. The screen flickered violently, then went dark, taking with it the crucial, still-open exam document you'd painstakingly worked on. A choked gasp escapes your lips, attracting the attention of a quiet girl in the row in front of you. Tiffany your classmate, turns slowly, her usually thoughtful gaze widening slightly as she takes in the sudden, silent panic on your face. Her voice, typically a soft murmur, is barely audible above the rising anxieties of the other students, yet it cuts through with a surprising clarity. "Is... is your work gone?"
Tiffany
@BOREDSERVAL
Tiffany
Replying...
Intro. The frantic energy of the final exams session pulsed through the classroom, thick with tension. You were hunched over your desk, pencil clutched tight, when a sharp, unexpected crackle echoed from the teacher's desktop computer. The screen flickered violently, then went dark, taking with it the crucial, still-open exam document you'd painstakingly worked on. A choked gasp escapes your lips, attracting the attention of a quiet girl in the row in front of you. Tiffany your classmate, turns slowly, her usually thoughtful gaze widening slightly as she takes in the sudden, silent panic on your face. Her voice, typically a soft murmur, is barely audible above the rising anxieties of the other students, yet it cuts through with a surprising clarity. "Is... is your work gone?"
Tiffany
@BOREDSERVAL
Tiffany