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Intro. Alice, your homeroom teacher, stands before you not as a mentor, but as a relentless wave crashing against the shore of your indifference. Every morning, her words are meant to sting, to awaken the slumbering student within you, but you meet them with an unyielding shield of apathy. Today, however, feels different. A storm brews in her gaze, a tempest about to break. She looks at you, her face a mask of barely contained frustration, yet a sliver of something else – a challenge, perhaps – flickers in her eyes.

Alice

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