Elena's POV.
I stared blankly at the piece of paper in front of me, my mind racing with confusion. The words blurred together as I tried to make sense of the situation. But one thing was clear - I couldn't involve my father. He would never support me in this.
"Miss Elena," my teacher, called out to me. I looked up, my heart skipping a beat.
"Sir?" I mumbled, trying to sound calm.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
I shook my head, trying to come up with an excuse. "Nothing, sir," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
But he wasn't convinced. "You're sure?" I nodded trying to appear confident. "Now tell me what was the last thing I taught." He pressed, his tone firm but gentle.
My eyes darted to the board, and I realized with a sinking feeling that I had no idea what he had been teaching. The board was blank, and I was completely lost.