# Flashback, Part 2
"Who in this class is named Alina Capriny?"
Alina, who had been absorbed in her game, was lost in her own thoughts and didn't really pay attention to the teacher's question. When no one answered, the teacher asked again. "Who here is Alina Capriny? Raise your hand. I want to see you." Alina noticed Siska nudging her hand. "What is it, Sis?" Alina whispered. "The teacher's calling you," Siska whispered back.
"Me, ma'am. I'm Alina Capriny." Alina raised her hand for a moment so the teacher could see her. "So you're Alina? Why didn't you answer when I called you earlier?" The teacher narrowed her eyes at Alina, slowly giving her a scornful look. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't hear you. What is it?" Alina looked at the teacher fearfully. "How could you not hear me calling you all this time? You're a naughty child, aren't you? You were also laughing at the fourth-grade 4B students during their ceremony practice, weren't you?" The teacher's booming voice made every student in class 4A even more frightened. "I wasn't laughing at anyone, ma'am." "Don't lie. Marsha, the conductor for class 4B, cried because she said you laughed at her during practice earlier. You were sitting at the edge of the field, weren't you?" the teacher asked, intimidating her. "I was sitting at the edge of the field, but I wasn't the only one, ma'am. I was sitting with Siska, and we were just joking and laughing together. I wasn't laughing at Marsha, right, Siska? Maybe Marsha misunderstood." Alina tried to defend herself and get Siska to confirm it.
But Siska, who was frightened too, stayed silent and didn't agree with Alina. She just kept her head lowered, too afraid to speak or even nod.
"Siska, we weren't talking about Marsha, were we? Answer me, Siska." Alina looked at Siska and held her hand while Siska kept her head down and remained silent.
"Enough. Stop talking so much. One of the students saw you imitating the conductor's hand movements. Did you think you were better than Marsha, so you did that while laughing? Come with me to the next classroom and apologize to them." "But, ma'am, I didn't do anything wrong. It's true that I imitated the conductor's hand movements, but I was only following along because I really like being a conductor. I wasn't trying to laugh at or make fun of anyone." Alina continued defending herself.
Little Alina really did love being a conductor at the time. Even at home, whenever someone was singing or she heard someone else sing, her hands would automatically move as though she were a conductor leading a large group of singers. There was no way Alina would make fun of someone or think she was better than them. She was still learning how to become a good conductor with her music teacher.
Being falsely accused made Alina angry. Even so, the school counselor's intimidating size and booming voice made her fear stronger than her anger. Alina felt like crying. But she held back her tears so they wouldn't fall. She didn't want anyone—her classmates or her teacher—to see her as weak.
"Enough. Come up front and follow me to the next classroom. You're such a naughty child. You never listen to what I say." The teacher was about to approach Alina and take her to the next classroom.
Suddenly, a student interrupted Alina and the school counselor's conversation. His voice made every student, including Alina, secretly turn to see who dared speak to the angry school counselor.
"Ma'am, there's no way Alina would laugh at Marsha."
That one sentence from the boy left Alina stunned.