When Ena heard the chairs scrape around her, as students made themselves ready for class, she didn't budge even a little in her posture. She wanted to hide her face, to not look up and see people staring at her with disgust.
There was once a time she'd wake up in the morning and go downstairs to see her parents, smiles on their faces, with open arms. But she didn't have the gift of family or friends anymore. Now, it was hurting her more than ever.
Groaning, she looked up slowly, making her eyes only just visible through the cracks in her tousled red hair. Mrs. Patterson sighed, looking away to get the attention of the rest of the class as she started the history lesson.
Ena didn't listen to one word though, each syllable passing by her ear as she was trapped in her thoughts. She could feel the people behind her staring into her back and it made her uncomfortable.
Without a word, Ena got up and slung her bag over her shoulder. She felt suffocated and needed her release from this hostile environment. Swiftly, she crossed the room and left, swinging the door shut and ignoring Mrs. Patterson who called out to her to get back into class.
That was the last thing she wanted to do.