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• The morning sun spilled into the cafeteria of FCY International College, casting elongated shadows over the crowded tables. Students chatted animatedly, laughter bubbles rising amidst the clatter of trays and chatter. But beneath the surface of this supposed normalcy lurked an undercurrent of tension, anticipation thickening the air around us. Today was different. Today, Niyla would finally proclaim the truth that had been buried beneath layers of misunderstanding.
• I watched as she stood at the edge of the stage, both commanding and tentative, her presence transforming the chaotic room into something sacred. Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt—an unconscious gesture reflecting the weight of what she was about to reveal. Liam stood beside her, a silent pillar of support, though his nervous energy radiated through the air like a charged storm.
• As Niyla glanced around the room, her gaze flickered over our classmates—some bewildered, others intrigued. I could see Liam’s fingers intertwined with hers, a subtle show of solidarity. The cafeteria chatter fell to a whisper, and I felt the world around us pause, drawing breath in anticipation of her words.