Noel
The second day of the event started with the same rush of excitement and nervous energy as the first. Only this time, it was different—final. It was the last day, and we were dangerously close to hitting the target we’d set for the year. The school sleepover was the highlight, with a campfire planned for the night. Everyone had arrived in the evening, chattering away, already claiming their sleeping spots and diving into the snacks.
Of course, the punished students had been here since the afternoon, dragging tables, setting up drink stations, and making sure everything was perfect. I wasn’t one of them, but I could see the exhaustion on their faces. They didn’t complain, though. They never did when it came to events like this. A kind of unspoken truce existed—work hard, and maybe,
