Write a story ending with I noticed a single drop of tear fow down her cheek.There was a new girl in my tuition class. From the frst day I met her, she had kept to herself and remained seated silently at a corner of the class. My girlfriends and I acted to be chirpy when we strode past her. Nevertheless, we were secretly peeking at her through the corner of our eyes. e found out that she was slim, had long straight hair and a pair of da!!lingly beautiful eyes. "he was e#tremely good$looking. I was intrigued by the girl. "he was not like us. "he was classy, yet secretive. My curiosity grew strong. %nce, I walked past her and saw her name, which was neatly written on the cover of her books. "he had a lovely name & 'nna.'fter a few days, my friends( interests on 'nna wore o). "hortly, I became the only one who still continued to observe her. Then, I reali!ed something & "he never stood, or walked, or moved. "he sat on her chair in an almost steely manner. 't almost every tuition session, she arrived before everyone else, and left after all students were gone. hy did 'nna never move around in the class* hat was her secret* My curiosity peaked. %ne day, as soon as the class ended, I bolted out and hid behind the a+ar emergency e#it door nearby. My heart trumped hard as I watched the students left in silence. Then, I saw 'nna. "he was limping. ,er left calf was obviously so much shorter than her right one. %nly then, I reali!ed that I had invaded 'nna(s privacy. hat I did was despicable. In spite of this, I should have +ust approached her and asked her my -uestions. ,owever, at that +uncture, my mobile phone rang. I fumbled and the phone fell. To my utter despair, the phone slid right out of the door.Finally, it stopped right by 'nna(s feet. ."o, this is what you want to know,/ 'nna looked right at me, and said calmly..I am a handicapped. There, you see it. 're you happy now*/ 'fter that, she limped away, and I never saw her again. 0rnest ,emingway once said, .'ll things truly wicked start from innocence./ I never -uite understood what the wise writer meant until the day I hurt 'nna. hat Ithought was only curiosity turned out to be malicious. Till this day, I could never forget her tone, the sadness in her eyes, and the moment that as she turned, I noticed a single drop of tear 1ow down her cheek.