Zara wasn't too thrilled about this new term of Exillium. She already had a tough time at the last one, and she was really nervous about this one. Her anxiety was running high right now, so she decided to get there early and ponder life before anyone else came and tried to disturb her with chants of "Zero Zara." Oh how she wished she had never told them her name.
Zara started panicking when she saw somebody else there. She had chosen to wear the mask today since she didn't want anybody to recognize her. She had puked in the morning while having a nightmare about what people would say the next day.
Zara looked up at this person in fear. She didn't look particularly menacing, but Zara still started shaking. She closed her eyes and tried not to look at her. Her head started hurting a little. How she wished she could just be normal again...
Talking to the girl was going to be a hassle, so Zara preferred to just write it out. She took out a piece of paper from her pocket, and wrote: "I was diagnosed with a mental illness some years back. I had to undergo surgery because it was so bad. People thought I was fine, including my parents, but things are worse then ever. In the midst of a panic attack, I ended up doing some regrettable things, and here I am. People here are rough and tough, I'm not. I'm such a bad case that even my parents disowned me. I don't really belong anywhere, to be honest." Her hands shook as she wrote it, and she misspelled some words, but she might as well tell someone, right?