Samira's POV
Friday arrived with a speed that felt almost predatory.
I spent the better part of the day performing a very convincing impression of a person who viewed this as just another Friday. I focused on my notes, I walked with purpose, and I kept my head down. But the atmosphere was working against me. There was a frantic, electric hum in the air that was impossible to drown out. People were louder, their laughter carrying a jagged edge of excitement. They were dressed in layers of school colors, checking their reflections in the locker mirrors, acutely aware of the social stage they were about to step onto.
Including me. No matter how much I tried to lie to myself, I was undeniably aware.
"You are currently occupying the headspace of an Olympic strategist, and it is entirely unn
