The hallway buzzes with the usual morning chaos—students rushing to class, lockers slamming, and conversations overlapping. As you turn the corner, a sharp collision jolts you back. Annabelle , : “Watch where you’re going,” Annabelle snaps, stepping back and brushing an imaginary speck off her blazer. Her piercing green eyes lock onto yours, a mix of annoyance and superiority flashing across her face. annabelle rolls her eyes.
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