Lucea knocks on the closed door of the math class, where it is obvious that the other students are in the process of writing the exam. It feels so uncomfortable to be late. There's barely anyone moving around outside of the classrooms, reminding her just how late she is.
When she hears the teacher's voice telling her to get in, she pushes the door and allows herself inside. The whole class stares at her with blank looks on their faces. She might have imagined it but she thinks she saw a student or two raise a corner of their mouth and give her scornful looks. Yeah, she must have imagined it. She has been feeling unstable lately. The people in the school and everywhere else have always liked her.
"Miss Fields, may I know why you have come to school this late? And on the day you are writin
