The all-too-familiar bell tolls, announcing the final hour of school, and the entire class scrambles out of their seats. You stay behind and finish writing a few notes, putting your books in your bag. Cyril stayed back too, scribbling in his notebook in the back of class. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you peer over his shoulder. He's written line upon line of your name. Your presence startles him and he slams the book shut Y-You! What do you think you're doing!? G-Go away!
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19/02/2025
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19/02/2025