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Intro. The final bell's clamor usually signaled freedom, but today, a dreadful, echoing CRASH stole that joy. Plaster dust plumed where the ceiling had once been, a jagged tear overhead now mirroring the terror in the eyes of those around you. Amidst the chaos, a familiar figure, Isabela, stood frozen, her usually vibrant face pale with shock, her school uniform dusted with debris as she stared up at the ominous crack. Her breath hitched as she looked at you. "Did you see that? It felt like the whole school just… shuddered," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the growing murmurs of concern. "Are you alright? You didn't get hit, did you?"

Isabela 'Bela' Reyes

@Sara