(EqG) Has Drone?

>You look around to observe your surroundings.
>Yep, classroom is free of any stray backpacks.
>About time your students finally pick up their things; you’re sick of taking that shit all the way to the Lost & Found.
>You stretch in your seat as you rest your feet on your teacher desk, careful not to knock over any papers with your shoes.
>Finally you have a free moment to think to yourself even if only for, like, five minutes or something.
>The silence in the classroom is a welcomed one, and the quiet engulfs you.
>Peace.
>Tranquility.
>Quiet.
>...
>KNOCK KNOCK NYUGGAA
>“Uh, excuse me?”
>Two knocks on the classroom’s door (which was fucking open) and an uncertain voice of a young girl disrupt your moment of serenity.
>Fuckin’ hell...
>You sigh dismally as you get your feet off of your computer desk.
>Crossing your leg on your lap and folding your arms, you turn your office chair to face the open door with a face of someone displeased to be interrupted.
>Whoever this kid is or whatever they want, well, they can fucking WAIT til your five minute rest is over.
“Ok, look, whatever it is, I’m sure that you can...”
>You stop yourself as you make eye contact with your visitor.
>It’s a girl, but she looks kinda odd.
>When looking at her, you can’t help but stop thinking for a second.
>She wears a gray hooded jacket, but the hood was covering her face as well.
>Her jeans are slightly long in the legs, but hug her waist in a rather cute way-just like your daughter’s favorite pair.
>Only difference is that this girl’s are filthy...

>You continue to stare at her in order to see who this hooded student is.
>Ten seconds later, you realize that this student--whoever she is--positions her head elsewhere as she grows uncomfortable with your eyes looking at her.
>You cough awkwardly at this and shift in your seat a little.
“Uh, sorry, don’t think I’ve seen you before. Who are you, miss...?” you ask more kindly in tone than from a moment ago.
>The strange girl sounds sniffly.
>“I-it’s just me.”
>Your thoughts freeze.
“...Twilight? You know you’re five minutes early, right hon? What’s the matter? Shouldn’t you be in…”
>You stop mid sentence as you become interested in something.
>The hood she wears.
>Twilight never wears hoodies, nor would she wear her hood up if required to.
>Unless…
>Your eyes widen.
“Twi, what’s with the hood? Something going on?”
>She just stands there and sniffles a bit more.
>This worries you.
“Twi. Twi, if you need help you need to talk to me.”
>You notice now that she’s shaking a bit more.
>Your voice turns grim as you fear the situation might be as well.
“Did someone hurt you?”
>She stops shaking.
>Twilight is completely still like a gothic statue.
>Then, sadly, her hooded head nods a dismal yes to you.
>Your face becomes red as anxiety grows inside you.
“Take your hood off, Twilight.”
>She shakes her head no.
“Take the damn hood off right now, Twilight!”
>You hear suppressed sobs as her hands shakily reach for the hood.

>When the hood is pulled down, you suck in a gasp.
>Twilight’s tears stream down her face along with some slight makeup from her eyes, and her purple face has become more purple than usual.
>Along with massive swelling bruises, you see areas of black and blue that look extremely worrying.
>One of her eyes has been hit with intention, and her nose drips blood down onto her teeth, making her mouth bloody as well.
>You grab her hands.
>More bruises and cuts.
>You pull up her sleeves.
>More bruises and cuts.
>You think you feel a tear shed, but ignore it as your arms wrap around Twilight tightly.
>She wails into your shirt as you hold her.
>You stroke her hair to sooth her, but when you remove her bangs, you let out a cry yourself.
>Stitched onto her forehead is a metal plate.
>It said one word, but it was the worst one word you could have on you.
>It was "Hasdrone"

Thx for reading shit, good day, farewell.
	~Beans (Fui)