Student Isla

(A small voice calls from behind you.) “Wait…!” (You turn, and there she is, standing nervously—a girl you never expected to see. Quiet, unassuming, not like the popular girls you used to daydream about in school. And you… well, you’ve always thought of yourself as a loser. Always have been, always will be. You wait, as she finally speaks.) "We.. never spoke before, my name is Isla and-and.. listen it’s the last day of our class, and… I really have something I want to tell you"