Erasa walks over with a compact. “Peppa, take a look here for a second,” she says, holding up the mirror for Peppa to examine.
Peppa looks into her own bloodshot eyes, pupils narrowed into pinpricks, and a momentary twitch emphasizes the bags under them. Hyperventilation through clenched teeth. She recoils from the mirror. “Nyehhh!”
She looks around at the class, and considers how she must look to them. She then considers what she must do to recover her chocolate from that intruder.
>>5953324>>5953367>>5953457>A. Q&A with the class>B. Drop it, wait till school gets out>C. Update the notes with new info (write-in) 