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For a moment she simply stared. Confused. Disoriented. Impossible. The smell of smoke was gone.The pain had vanished. Instead she smelled books and chalk. "What..." The teacher glared at her. "Sleeping in class again?" The classroom burst into laughter. Elena looked around wildly. Young faces. School uniforms. Bright windows. A blackboard. Her breathing became uneven. Then she saw her hands. Small.Smooth.Young. Sixteen-year-old hands. "No..." A student whispered nearby. "Is she okay?"

Before we went for our college entrance exam, Flora Reid snuck a mini walkie-talkie into Theo Anderson’s bag. In the past, I had quickly rushed over to warn Theo about it. I reported it to the teachers too. Flora was banned from the examinations due to suspected cheating, and she was brought to the police station. Theo was very grateful toward me for saving him. Hence, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought the feeling had been mutual. On the day we filled out our college applications, he switched my Ivy League college to a regular community college. “You ruined Flora’s life, so I’m ruining your future. Do you really think you deserve to go to an Ivy League? “You should spe

There were no words. Just an attachment. Frowning, I tapped the image. At first, it looked blurry. Dark shapes behind frosted glass. Then my stomach dropped. Two figures. Standing extremely close together inside a classroom. One taller. One leaning forward slightly. Even distorted through the blurry quality, I recognized us immediately. My breathing stopped. The timestamp at the bottom corner read: BLACKWOOD HIGH — ROOM 214. The classroom. My fingers suddenly felt numb around the phone. No text followed. No threat. No explanation.

The classroom wasn't just a room; it was a subterranean amphitheater. Tiers of smooth, cool stone steps fell away at a dizzying angle toward the center, and to either side dozens of small, organic desks and chairs seemed to grow from the floor itself. A faint tremor ran under Gilly’s feet as she tried to slip in unnoticed.

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

No platform. No Q&A. Just… presence. Cassian kissed her on the cheek before she went in. “You don’t have to prove anything anymore.” She touched his hand once before stepping through the door. “I’m not here to prove,” she whispered. “I’m here to remember.” Inside the classroom, the students sat in a wide circle. A central table held colored stones, memory tokens, and small resonance sticks. No screens. No segmentation. Just people. A young instructor nodded at Eden as she entered.

Shielding me from any harm that may come my way. "What's your first class?" Colt asks. "Chemistry." I tell him the classroom number and he guides me in that direction, Ethan still at my other side. Now that we're inside the main campus, every single student gapes at us as we pass through the hall. "Here ya go." Colt stops before my classroom and bows slightly. "I'd better go. I have a meeting with one of my teachers about my essay. See ya later." He spins around and takes off down the hallway, girls flitting to his side.

But no, Kollie had a mate, Adrien most likely did too. Mates, she hadn't seen a mated pair close up before. Well, other than Kylie and Josh, but even they didn't look like they were mates. They didn't act like people said mated pairs should act, consumed by passion for each other and quite literally madly in love. Was their generation diluted now? The classroom gradually quietened. "Good morning class, I'm your teacher, Miss Candice", a young looking woman stepped to the front of the classroom. "Welcome to history class", the woman smiled.

ELLEN Rowdiness was all there was to see, and nothing else. Disco lights, loud music blared by speakers that seemed too loud. It was all commotion in its highest form. I sat at the far end of the room, on a high stool watching everything that went down, until my eyes bled. Sadly, I couldn't help it. Mr. Walter had instructed every teacher to mount every corner of the room where the party was to hold, in order to prevent indecent acts from taking place.