The engine of the car hummed softly, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside it.Christiana sat by the window, her arms folded tightly across her chest, eyes fixed on the passing streetlights. Beside her, her mother gripped the steering wheel as though it were the only thing keeping her together.“This is the third school, Christiana,” her mother said, her voice trembling between anger and disappointment. “The third. Do you even understand what that means?”Christiana didn’t answer.Her reflection in the glass stared back at her—calm, unreadable, almost bored.“You were suspended again. Fighting, skipping classes, disrespecting teachers. What exactly are you trying to prove?” her mother continued. “I have prayed for you. I have fasted for you. But you refuse to change.”Christiana finally sighed, slow and dramatic.“It’s not that serious,” she muttered, still not looking at her.“Not that serious?” Her mother’s voice rose slightly. “Your future is not that serious?”The car fell
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