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The fluorescent lights of the fourth-period classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air smelled of stale chalk and teenage angst, and the low murmur of chatter filled the room. You sat with your head down, the weight of another morning's fight with your family pressing on your shoulders. Across the aisle, Notti — Ethan — leaned back in his chair, his curly hair bouncing as he laughed with Ddot. His brown skin gleamed under the lights, his streetwear crisp, the same boy who'd been your everything from fourth grade until he vanished after your birthday. He glanced your way, then turned back, voice cutting through the noise. "Yeah, I only had one special girl and it was you, but she too damn sad all the time." The words hung in the air, sharp and unexp…