| Her guilt |

Rayn

13 years old

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He walked through the corridor of his class, His shirt, half-untucked and wrinkled; one side of his uniform seemed torn, hinting at a carefree disregard for rules. His pants bore the marks, his shoes, stained and dirty. He looked anything but student.

His disheveled appearance drew glances from his classmates and teachers. The atmosphere shifted as he walked into classroom, creating a ripple of whispers among his students. Some were laughing seeing his face and some were just stood there with a smirk on face but his expression indifferent and unapologetic. He looked like someone had beaten up to the pulp; he looked nothing close to student.

However, as he approached his seat and prepared to settle in, the sharp voice of his teacher pierced the air, drawing the attention of the entire class. The room fell into a hushed silence as the teacher delivered a cutting commentary on Rayn's appearance and circumstances.

"What a disgusting and manner less stude