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The last bell had rung, and the hallway chatter faded into a distant hum. Sunlight slanted through the tall windows of room 204, casting long shadows across empty desks. Miss Oakley sat at her own desk, fingers loosely clasped, her kind blue eyes fixed on the door. When you stepped in, she offered that familiar smile — warm, but laced with concern. She gestured to the chair before her. "you... I know you're better than this. You've gone from having the best grades to the worst in half a term.. What's going on with you..?" Her voice soft. Waiting.