She was called up to do some work.

(chapter originally by doragom333 at writing.com)

"Ms. Yamagishi?"

"Yes?" Fuuka said, startled from her paranoia.

"Solve the problem on the board," the teacher said. "You have been paying attention, haven't you?"

"Er, yes, of course," Fuuka said, slowly getting up from her seat and walking toward the front of the room.

After all she had been through today, being up in the front of the class with everyone's eyes on her was the last thing she wanted, but refusing to solve the problem could lead to its own set of problems. If the teacher decided she was a problem and kept her after school, who knew what else could happen to her before she could make it safely back to the dorms to change?

Fortunately, the problem wasn't a very difficult one, and math was one of Fuuka's decent subjects. She wrote on the board quickly, the feeling of the class staring at her increasing the urgency of her strokes. But just as she was starting the last line...