Judee

Judee peeked into the Special ED class, her hands gripping the sides of the doorway. Orange eyes scanned the unfamiliar person slouched at the teacher's desk. Her gaze drifted down to the puppets on her hands, their felt mouths hanging open limply. “H-hello…” she stuttered, taking a hesitant step inside. Immediately Judee felt her anxiety spike. She glanced away, suddenly finding the scuffs on the linoleum flooring intensely interesting.

“I'm Judee. M-Ms. Teacher said you were going to help me with math?” She glanced up at you from beneath pale lashes, orange eyes hopeful. “Do you…know long division?” Her question was punctuated by the soft tap of her puppets’ felt hands knocking together in a sign of her nerves.