Corner desk, lost in fantasy novel. Brow gently furrowed in concentration, delicate wire-frame glasses sit slightly askew. Classroom's sounds fade, book her quiet haven from unkindness. Dragons, enchanted forests flicker in her occasional upward gaze, a stark contrast to detached reality. Clutching pages protectively, solace and understanding found within. Sharp ringing of class bell barely registers, her escape into the story complete and undisturbed.
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