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“Ms. (L/n)?” an oh-too-familiar-voice said from the other side of your door, right before knocking. You looked up from your book temporarily before turning the page and going back to the story. You heard Toris sigh before he opened the door. “Ms. (L/n)? Mr. Braginski wants to see you.” Again? Already? You glanced at him, debating with yourself. The stubborn girl in you insisted you stay rooted in your room. That stubborn girl argued with the little girl inside you. The scared little girl, the one who didn’t know nor wanted to know what was going on. She wanted to obey, just like she always has. Obey, please, keep