The voice was loud and sharp, not to mention unfamiliar. A few in the crowd of student onlookers scanned the group, looking for who it had been, apparently unfamiliar with the voice themselves. It didn’t take long for them to collectively realize it had come from a person standing behind them, and the crowd parted to reveal her to me.
She stood alone at the end of the makeshift aisle, looking further away than she was due to a trick of perspective played on us by her tiny frame. Clearly an underclassman, her bright blonde short pigtails stood up off her head as if to form two arrows calling even more attention to her sudden presence. Startled by her sudden exposure, she shrank back and blushed as if surprised and embarrassed by her own apparent eagerness.
Ms. Tittle looked at her clipboard, as if she too was unfamiliar with the petite freshman. More likely she was just trying to remember her last name.
“Tori… Little?” She offered tenatively. A few in the crowd snickered at the aptness of her name, as so far all they knew about her was her size, she apparently having called much attention to her presence known so far this entire school year. “…You volunteered to ‘assist’ Mr. Doe?”
For a second the girl looked around, as if even she herself was uncertain that loud voice had come from her.
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