Ella's POV When I got to school this morning, I went straight to the library to return some of the books I had borrowed. The halls were already alive with movement. Students filled every corner—laughing loudly, gossiping in small circles, lockers slamming shut in uneven rhythms. The air felt thick with energy, like it always did at the start of the day. It was all familiar. Routine. Safe. After dropping off the books at the front desk, I paused for a second, watching the librarian scan them in. Then I turned and made my way back into the hallway, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. I headed toward my locker, my thoughts drifting elsewhere. I was thinking about the upcoming history test. About the chapters I still needed to study. About dates and names that refused to stay in my head no matter how many times I read them. Nothing important. Nothing urgent. Just normal things. Then I heard my name. “Ella.” I stopped mid-step and turned. A group of people stood near th
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