The other day, I was sitting in the hallway by the Choir rooms; eating my lunch and watching other people go about their business. I had contemplated doing my homework, but in the end was too lazy to actually do anything. It was one of those days. I looked up from my ham sandwich to see this short, blond girl walking by with a stack of sheet music. I thought “That looks unstable,” and went back to my lunch. A second later, I heard a soft rustling sound. The girl had dropped her papers.
She was now on the floor, trying to gather them up, turning bright red in the process. Had she tripped? And over what? In the middle of the hallway, there was nothing to trip over. I watched her trying to scoop up all those papers from off the floor, and felt genuinely sorry for her. No one was helping her clean them up. She was there by herself, looking embarrassed, trying to get her sheet music into the neat stack it had been.
I went back to my lunch. Although I felt bad for her, I wasn’t going to be the one to help her out. I just sat there, watching her. Eventually, she finished up and walked away.
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