POV: Samira James
The library hummed with a quiet and steady energy. It was a low tide of pages flipping and laptops tapping against the wooden tables. I carried my bag and a heavy stack of notebooks to my usual corner by the tall windows. The sunlight streamed through the glass in golden beams that fell across my table and made the white pages glow. I arranged my materials with care, prioritizing the subjects I struggled with most. Math, chemistry, physics, literature, and history were all on the list for the afternoon.
Amanda had already claimed a spot at the long table, spreading her books across half of the surface. "I got here early." She said, sliding her bag under the chair. "I figured we need all the time we can get today."
"Good thinking." I replied. I arranged my notebooks so
