The classroom was quiet… until the teacher’s shout suddenly tore through the silence like a whip: — "You! Is that the best you can do? Your answer is laughable!"

She froze. Every eye locked onto her, and a few quiet chuckles escaped from the corners of the room. She tried to respond, but her voice was choked by tears.

— "If you don’t have a brain, don’t waste our time!" — "Get out of the classroom immediately! Go to the principal’s office — maybe he can teach you some respect!"

She didn’t speak. Her hands trembled as tears streamed down her face, and she quietly gathered her books. Her footsteps were light as she left the room, heart pounding in her chest.

She knocked gently on the office door, then stepped inside. The principal looked up from his desk — and the moment his eyes met hers, everything changed.

He stood up instantly, concern flooding his face. — "What happened? Who made you cry?"

She couldn’t answer — emotion caught in her throat. But the look in his eyes was enough to ignite a fire of fury inside him.

He spoke, voice low and full of threat: — "Who dared to insult you?"