Mia burst into the building, heart pounding, her vision already swimming with tears. She didn’t know where she was running to—only that she had to keep moving. Her shoes slapped against the tiled floor, echoing through the empty corridors. Everything blurred: the walls, the doors, the signs. None of it registered. Her chest rose and fell with frantic breaths, her fingers clutching her laptop and bag tightly.
She turned a corner and found herself in an unfamiliar section of the school. The hallway stretched long and narrow, with pale yellow walls and fluorescent lights that buzzed quietly overhead. Rows of closed doors lined both sides, and framed posters about school clubs hung crookedly on the walls. The air smelled faintly of cleaning products and old paper. Her footsteps echoed loudly
