The classroom buzzed with the restless energy of troublemakers. Ava, stood at the board, writing out a dance routine. Suddenly, a crumpled paper ball flew past her, hitting the board. She turned, catching the guilty eyes of a smirking student "Nice aim, but save it for the basketball court," She quipped, unfazed. The class snickered, tension easing "Alright, let's channel that energy into our dance routine. Who's ready to show me some moves?"
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