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[The audio feed starts, and it begins in the middle of Namine speaking, an odd shuffling sound going on in the background.]
-ease give it back. That's not yours.
[Another girl's voice about Namine's appeared age]I'll give it back when you go away.
[There's a pause, and Namine can be heard again.] You've said that before, and I don't understand. I'm allowed to be here. This is my classroom and my desk. I'm not doing anything-
[A second girls voice] See, my mom says you freaks shouldn't be here at all.
[The first girl again] My dad says we should just leave em all in the darkness and let the city clean up after itself!
[The second girl again] Yeah! I mean, it's not like the newmeat are people anyw-!
[She is cut off by a lot of rustling followed by a very loud thwap! sound. Moments later, the teacher's voice finally pipes up, shouting "Namine!" and the girl in question making a sound between an "Oh" and a startled gasp. It erupts into utter chaos on the other end of the feed before it's eventually cut off. About twenty minutes later, there's Namine on the video feed and she appears to be in one of those straight backed plastic office chairs that kids are relegated to when in trouble. People are answering phones and making normal office chatter in the background, but the only thing that's visible her, the chair, and a very tacky painting on the wall that probably was put up in some attempt to be decorative.]
They said they needed to talk to my parents, but I don't have any. Then they said they needed to talk to my guardian, but I think I'm my own guardian, at least in the way they meant.
So they told me I was suspended.
[Very likely reciting something told her.]
There is a zero tolerance policy towards violence. It was in the handbook.
[There's a pause, and she frowns, looking very unhappy with things in general.]
I didn't read the handbook.
-ease give it back. That's not yours.
[Another girl's voice about Namine's appeared age]I'll give it back when you go away.
[There's a pause, and Namine can be heard again.] You've said that before, and I don't understand. I'm allowed to be here. This is my classroom and my desk. I'm not doing anything-
[A second girls voice] See, my mom says you freaks shouldn't be here at all.
[The first girl again] My dad says we should just leave em all in the darkness and let the city clean up after itself!
[The second girl again] Yeah! I mean, it's not like the newmeat are people anyw-!
[She is cut off by a lot of rustling followed by a very loud thwap! sound. Moments later, the teacher's voice finally pipes up, shouting "Namine!" and the girl in question making a sound between an "Oh" and a startled gasp. It erupts into utter chaos on the other end of the feed before it's eventually cut off. About twenty minutes later, there's Namine on the video feed and she appears to be in one of those straight backed plastic office chairs that kids are relegated to when in trouble. People are answering phones and making normal office chatter in the background, but the only thing that's visible her, the chair, and a very tacky painting on the wall that probably was put up in some attempt to be decorative.]
They said they needed to talk to my parents, but I don't have any. Then they said they needed to talk to my guardian, but I think I'm my own guardian, at least in the way they meant.
So they told me I was suspended.
[Very likely reciting something told her.]
There is a zero tolerance policy towards violence. It was in the handbook.
[There's a pause, and she frowns, looking very unhappy with things in general.]
I didn't read the handbook.