Lyka POV
“Are you here, Lyka?” Miss Lynn pulled me out of my train of thoughts and I instinctively looked towards her. Her brows were furrowed and her amber brown eyes were on me, watching me worriedly.
I raised a brow questioningly because at first, I didn't remember what she said but after a while, I remembered and nodded in response.
She sighed. “You're not. You haven't been responding positively today.”
There's no way I could argue with that so I just kept quiet. It's not like I was intentional ignoring her but I just find myself zooming out of our questions. My brain subconscious drowns out her questions and instead my brain floods itself with a painful and shameful memory that I wish to forget.
“You haven't been answering any of my questions and you avoid eye contact. What'
