Re: Holding Pens - Mikan
A loud, mournful sob came from one of the pens. It was easy to see that a Japanese girl was inside, her left hand and right leg covered with bandages, dressed in just a slip of a dress. She was wiping her eyes and her nose, trying to keep herself composed and failing miserably.
She was afraid to move, because she knew if she did she would end up in some embarrassing position. She was afraid to speak, because she knew she'd hiccup and sob and get it all wrong. There was no winning for her. She'd just stay stuck in the pen, be at the torment of the other bullies around, and not be wanted.