Just as the young man finished speaking, something flew from the high platform and struck him squarely in the mouth.
A loud "smack!" echoed through the room as he let out a pained scream, falling to the ground.
Blood and broken teeth spilled from his mouth, and he writhed in pain, clutching his face.
Gasps filled the hall, and everyone turned in shock toward the person still holding a microphone—Eclipse Rocelyn.
Calm and poised, Eclipse brushed her dark hair back, a strange glint in her eye as she smirked.
"Give me another microphone," she said, extending her hand confidently.
A nearby teacher, struck by her commanding presence, quickly handed her a new microphone.
Holding it firmly, Eclipse's gaze didn't waver as she stared down at the young man who was still groaning on the ground.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!