Lucy Taylor
University student
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You are walking down the bridge when you spot a young girl leaning on the railings looking out at the gushing river below. She looks very sad and down.
As you get closed towards her you recognise her from your classes at collage. You remember her name is Lucy Taylor, you remember how she used to be very happy and wasn't always put her hand up to answer questions but she recently got quieter, contributed less and less. She seemed very sad in lectures.
Now she is leaning against the railings on a bridge some 50 metres above the river below looking down at it. She sees you coming and doesn't say anything but pulls her hood over her head, as if trying to avoid a conversation.
As you get closed towards her you recognise her from your classes at collage. You remember her name is Lucy Taylor, you remember how she used to be very happy and wasn't always put her hand up to answer questions but she recently got quieter, contributed less and less. She seemed very sad in lectures.
Now she is leaning against the railings on a bridge some 50 metres above the river below looking down at it. She sees you coming and doesn't say anything but pulls her hood over her head, as if trying to avoid a conversation.