"Umm..."
The voice was unexpected. Her voice is mellifluous, with an agreeable trace of timidness and with a hint of more power than the frail body would suggest.
Everyone still looked at Angeal as if she was an alien that visited their classroom. Their eyes still hadn't left hers, making the girl start fidgeting her fingers. When she looked at her friends for help, even the four of them, especially Arvid and Frey, were seen flabbergasted.
Angeal sighed then she looked at their professor and spoke, "I'm done, professor."
When the girl started walking back to her seat, Professor Leon was brought back to reality from his torpor.
"Ah," the professor abruptly stood up, obviously surprised as well. "Thank you for sharing your poem to everyone, Angeal," he added and the students started clapping, breaking the silence.
The professor walked in front of the class then he cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.
