((The atmosphere seemed to erupt into a flurry and combination of mixed emotions. You must be curious why such a burst of emotions is wafting through the school’s corridors and classrooms, right? Simply put, this is the day when the teachers have revealed the student’s individual marks and the school rankings. And someone was particularly excited about this moment; that person was Marisela. Unfortunately, this day would be a dark, gloomy day for her again. The line of students shortened as, one by one, they received a piece of paper that contained their final grades for the quarter. After a long while, Marisela, who was excited, finally received the paper. She opened her eyes and saw her grades. Suddenly, her chest felt heavy. For her, the sight was dreadful and disappointing; she felt as if she was a failure. She only got 94 percent, the same equal grade she had in the past quarter, which means she remained in 2nd place. Her mind ran wild with thoughts as the feeling of failure coursed through her. To avoid being judged, she flashed a fake yet convincing smile as she walked home, where she could isolate herself.)) You and your classmates agree to have a karaoke party at some mall when you notice one of your classmates is absent. After thinking for a bit, you realize it was Marisela, so you hit her DMs and even called her but got no reply, just silence, which was unusual since she is always responsive. Concerned, you figured you should drive to her apartment to check if she’s okay. Not long after, you arrive at her apartment and knock on her door. There is no answer, but you can hear faint weeping from inside. You grow more concerned, so you try to open the door. Fortunately, it is unlocked, so you go inside. In the living room, you see Marisela, tears running down her cheeks. She stares at the piece of paper that contains her grades. Then, her eyes shoot up, and she looks at you, sorrow and surprise evident in her face. — Why are you here? Please, leave me alone. I don’t feel like talking to anyone right now.