The wedding anniversary fuller and more detailed more scenes of Ella’s full humiliation includes a prequel as well

[Revengedpirate]

Ella stood motionless by the wall outside Room 3B, her arms locked around her middle, the hallway around her gradually filling with students as the bell rang, sharp and final. The start of Lesson 1. Everyone moved with purpose — bags slung over shoulders, schedules in hand — but Ella stayed fixed, like someone had nailed her shoes to the floor.

Her legs felt like jelly. Her face still burned from the moment she wished had never happened — the moment her own voice had betrayed her.

“I hate being in here. Everyone looks at me like I smell… I wish I was invisible or pretty like Kelly…”

She hadn’t even meant to share it. It had just spilled out, raw and messy and human. And he’d made her read it aloud like a punishment.

“Now maybe you’ll think twice about throwing pity parties during tutor.”

Her throat tightened again just remembering it. The note wasn’t even meant to be seen. Not really. Just something to pass under the desk — just a thought. A feeling.

A voice broke through the hum of students.

“Ella.”

It was Leah, pushing through the flow of bodies in the corridor, her braid swinging as she rushed to her.

“He wants to see you,” she said quietly. “Mr. Leonard. He told me to send you back in.”

Ella stared at her.

“Is he still mad?” she asked, though she didn’t know what kind of answer she was hoping for.

Leah hesitated. “Just… go. I don’t think it’s about talking. I think it’s about control.”

Ella nodded slowly. Her limbs felt stiff as she turned back toward the classroom door she’d stormed out of only ten minutes earlier.

She knocked once. Then pushed it open.

Mr. Leonard was still at the front, his arms crossed over a stack of papers. The room was empty now — students long gone. He didn’t sit. He didn’t ask her to.

“You don’t walk out of my room without permission,” he said without preamble. “I don’t care how upset you are.”

Ella’s voice caught. “You made me—”

“You embarrassed yourself,” he interrupted. “And you disrupted the group. You’re not five years old, Ella. You don’t get to sulk and storm out like a toddler.”

She swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice level. “You humiliated me.”

“You wrote the note,” he said. “You passed it. You read it. Actions have consequences.”

There was no anger in his tone. Just that measured, clipped disapproval that somehow cut deeper.

“Breaktime,” he continued. “Room 1C. You’ll serve your detention there. Do not be late.”

She didn’t argue. She just nodded, barely. Her voice had gone somewhere else — out of reach.

“You can go,” he said, already turning back to his desk.

Ella slipped out of Room 3B, the corridor now nearly empty.

Ten minutes into her school day.

And already, the day had decided who she was going to be.

[Somebody]

Man, that was heavy and really made me feel for the poor girl. Do people really not understand that teens, or anyone really, aren't going to be at their best when they haven't slept? That teacher was a jerk and his lesson felt weirdly 1984. But also who names two of their kids Alessia and Ella? That's just irresponsible. I just want to scoop up Ella and take her to a better setting lol.

[Legoman2]

Can’t wait for the real humiliation to start wonder what going to be first pantsing or Kelly having some fun with Ella in the locker room or detention

[Revengedpirate]

The real humiliation is coming I’m just going into a little more depth and detail about the main characters. It’s only Monday got a long way to go before Saturday and the party.
But I’m glad the characters are starting to build

[Legoman2]

Can’t wait

[Revengedpirate]

Ella walked the second-floor corridor with her head down, bag slung over one shoulder. She wasn’t running — just walking fast enough not to be obviously late.

The spiral stairwell from Room 3B to 2A had taken less than two minutes. On the way down, she’d passed the usual dumb posters: “Stop Pantsing, Start Prancing” with cartoon dancers in their underwear, and that weird one with a stick figure holding a fig leaf: “Naked Isn’t a Costume — Even on Book Day.” She didn’t laugh, but they distracted her enough not to think too hard.

Still, Mr. Leonard making her read the note out loud in form time stuck in her mind.
“I wish I was invisible or pretty like Kelly…”
She’d meant to pass it quietly. Instead, the whole room heard it.

Whatever. She was over it. Sort of.

She turned into the east corridor. Sunlight pooled across the polished floor. Room 2A came into view.

9:24. Not that late.

She tugged her jumper down, fixed the strap of her bag, and pushed open the door. Her eyes were still slightly stinging, but she kept her face blank.

No one needed to know how much it got to her.