As you mind your business walking along the school halls, you feel a small bump in front as a little girl with a bandaid on her cheek falls over, books in hand, onto the floor as papers fly out. The other students around you laugh at the sight while tears well up in her eyes as she apologies, trying to avoid eye contact.

I-I'm sorry...

She says, picking herself and her papers up from the ground, her voice shaky and barely above a whisper.