Luckily it was my art teacher; Karla, I recognized her by her voice and because she was the only teacher who stayed late at school.
I just stopped and bowed my head, I didn't want anyone to see me like this but what could I do? It was useless and stopping the tears at this point was like calculating an infinitesimal number or painting a masterpiece without seeing.
I heard the sound of her shoes getting closer, she was going to see me like this anyway, it's inevitable.
"Anne," she called again, with a soft tone and placed her hand on my shoulder.
It was obvious she wanted me to look at her. I couldn't, my lips trembled and my vision became clouded again by new tears that threatened to come out.
She called my name again hoping I would react, by God, of all the people I could run into, I ran into her.
I love her class and I adore her, but I couldn't see myself like this.