Annabel’s pov
I sighed, scribbling a correction. “‘Cassie made remarks in front of other students, loud enough for everyone to hear.’ Better?” I said and she nodded.
“Yeah, that’s clearer. And this next part—” She flipped a page, tapping again. “You wrote, ‘I had no choice but to defend myself physically.’ That’s too absolute. Makes it sound like you’re building a wall.” She huffed.
My shoulders slumped. “So…?” I drawled.
“Try, ‘I only reacted once she put her hands on me.’ That’s honest. And it shows you weren’t looking for a fight.” She said and I nodded, that did make sense.
I rewrote the sentence, erasing the old line until the paper smudged. The whole process made me tense but Lisa’s calm, no-nonsense corrections helped. She just kept flipping pages, pointing out spots where I c
