World Academy W (some time ago)
Yasna sits in an office fiddling with her plastic colorful bracelet. She stares sadly finding it hard to speak. "...And then, I...I hid in th bushes outside the fence. When I heard multiple people running around, looking for me, I risked it and quietly moved the leaves away so I can see. Then I grabbed the first opportunity I had to jump over the fence and continued running as fast as I could towards the first intersection" she concludes with her head bowed. Her mother is sitting next to her. Hearing this story again deeply upsets her.
The school counsellor is sitting at her desk. She is a middle-age woman, with olive skin and an extremely stylised perm. She would always tie in a bun with only two long curly strands on both sides. Her fine suit and skirt combo is made even more fashionable with the assortment of simple golden jewellery. Students would joke that every morning she gets dressed for a runway before remembering she works in a school. "And these boys, did they chase after you after you got to the intersection" she asks with an extremely dominant posture.
"Um, no...When I looked back. There was no one there" the girl says quietly. The school counsellor thinks for a while nodding and then asks: "And this attempted attack. Was it out of hostility or sexual?"
The mother looks at her in shock. Yasna utters confused: "I don't know. I hope not."
"Well please think about it carefully. I really would like to know" the counsellor continues writing something down. "What difference would that make?" the mother asks.
"It would help with filing the case properly" the counsellor calmly responds.
Yasna's mother loses it. "Excuse me, but do you see the state my daughter is in. She is skin and bones from all the stress and your first thought is archiving!" she yells mad.
Yasna stays quiet. The counsellor looks at the mother, moving her entire body to face her. "Mrs Petrović, please do not concern yourself with my paperwork. That is my problem alone. And as far as young Yasna is concerned, I would love to help but unfortunately, since there are no visible injuries, my hands are tied" she says with an authoritative tone.
"So, there is nothing you can do?" Yasna interrupts concerned. "No...but I can give you a few days off for your condition if the school doctor agrees" she says calmly and writes something on a piece of paper. She then gives it to the student and says: "Go to his office and ask him if you qualify for absence to recuperate your nerves."
Yasna nods and quickly leaves the office. The mother and the counsellor are left alone. They look at each other irritated. "You know what happened. How can you be so idle! You didn't get this job just so you can take your expensive suits for a walk, you know!" the mother says.
"Funny, my dear, funny...If you only thought her to stand her ground she wouldn't be in this mess" she replies and sighs: "Such are the rules."
"Please do something for her. You care for her, don't you?" the mother begs.
"I do...I truly do" the counsellor replies deep in thought. "But for now, I can only monitor the situation."
Next scene: Yasna returns from the doctor's office sad. "He said that there is nothing wrong with me and told me to go away" she says almost on the verge of tears. Her mother jumps from her chair and hugs her. "Oh sweety, I'm so sorry" she says softly. "Come on...mommy is going to make you some pancakes" she says as they walk out. Before leaving, the two women exchange a knowing glance.
