Author’s POV
The afternoon sun was a relentless force, filtering through the dust-moted windows of Excel CA Academy and turning the sweat on three hundred foreheads into a shimmering sheen of collective anxiety. Classroom 4 was now a labyrinth of human bodies. Because it was the first day, the unspoken social contract of reserved seats hadn't been signed yet. It was a land grab a frantic scramble for oxygen and desk space.
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