Dorm 209 A - Dormitories - Trinity Soul University | Morning
Trista looked at what had been sketched on the girl's sketchpad. From what she could see, it was a time. 8:22AM. Trista looked at the clock in the room and looked at what the current time was. It has been 3 minutes since that time. Was this girl trying to say that she had been watching Trista for 3 minutes?
"3... minutes?" Trista asked the girl. "I... Oh my..." Trista slowly picked herself up and tried to regain her stance and composure. This had been the third, if not fourth, time that she has been shocked or disturbed. The yells on the bus, the stumble and fall when leaving the bus, and now this. It was obvious that today wasn't going to get much better for Trista. But in that moment of thought, something crossed Trista's mind. The girl didn't speak to her. She drew what she wanted to say. Was she a mute?
"Um... You... really can't talk, can you?" Trista asked in curiosity.
Trista looked at what had been sketched on the girl's sketchpad. From what she could see, it was a time. 8:22AM. Trista looked at the clock in the room and looked at what the current time was. It has been 3 minutes since that time. Was this girl trying to say that she had been watching Trista for 3 minutes?
"3... minutes?" Trista asked the girl. "I... Oh my..." Trista slowly picked herself up and tried to regain her stance and composure. This had been the third, if not fourth, time that she has been shocked or disturbed. The yells on the bus, the stumble and fall when leaving the bus, and now this. It was obvious that today wasn't going to get much better for Trista. But in that moment of thought, something crossed Trista's mind. The girl didn't speak to her. She drew what she wanted to say. Was she a mute?
"Um... You... really can't talk, can you?" Trista asked in curiosity.
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