POV: Samira James
The classroom smelled faintly of chalk dust and old textbooks. Desks were arranged in neat, orderly rows while the fluorescent lights buzzed softly above. I slipped into my usual seat near the corner where I could see the board clearly without any obstructions. I spread out my notebook on the smooth surface and set my pens in a neat, parallel line. Amanda flopped into the seat beside me, dragging her heavy bag with an exaggerated groan that echoed off the walls.
"I swear, if the math exam is anything like that practice set from yesterday, I am going to cry right in the middle of the hall." She opened her notebook and flipped it to the page she had started. Her handwriting looked frantic and messy.
"I am sure you will manage." I flipped through my own notes, mentally pr
