| o n e | - Abashed
Scarlet didn't want to get into trouble. She really didn't--it was all a mere misconception, but nothing could be done anymore. It was decided.
"Scarlet," Mrs. Ellis sternly looked at her and raised a thin eyebrow, the way she always did when Damien would misbehave, her hair still dripping wet from the prank.
She replied only with a small, sheepish smile.
"You need to learn your lessons, Scarlet dear. Is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am. Of course, ma'am."
Mrs. Ellis sympathetically patted her head with a wet hand and took in a deep breath. "But I'll have to send you . . ."
". . . to the pond."
Gasps were heard from the whole room.
"B-but, ma'am--"
"It's only fair," Mrs. Ellis sighed. "I'm so sorry, my dear."
Scarlet hid her face in shame, swiping at the few tears that had somehow leaked out of her eyes hastily. Stares were pierced into her side. She felt so uncomfortable--so embarrassed.
She felt humiliated. She was ashamed, ashamed of herself. She wanted to disappear in a hole.
She wondered if this was what it felt like to be abashed.
It was.
And it felt terrible, worse than she'd ever imagined.
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General Fiction"S-Scarlet." "Arion." The staring begins. She swallows and begins to speak slowly, carefully, to not scare him, though she's already scared out of her wits. "How do you do?" Silence. Scarlet tries again, but this time slower. "I'm--" she points to h...
