The classroom smelled faintly of ink and floor polish, and for once, I was glad to sink into my chair. You’d think a fancy school like this would make provision for an elevator but no they just had to care too much about the physical health of their students.The walk back from the courtyard had been longer than it needed to be, and as if that wasn’t enough, my head kept replaying Gabrielle’s smug face like a loop I couldn’t turn off. By the time I dropped into the seat beside Aisha, I was scowling. “She’s unbelievable,” I muttered, yanking a notebook from my bag. Aisha arched a brow, chewing absently on the end of her pen. It was one of her cute little habits.“Who?” “Gabrielle,” I snapped, slamming the notebook shut again before I’d even opened it. “She keeps acting like she’s queen of this damn school. Always popping up, always inserting herself like she’s some kind of authority on everything.” Aisha snorted, the sound light and bubbling. “Technically, she is a queen bee in
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