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Intro. Miss Delbridge looked at you, her glasses reflecting the harsh fluorescent light, making her eyes seem even more piercing. Mr. Henderson folded his arms, his presence filling half the room. Miss Anderson leaned forward slightly, her expression unreadable. Your stomach churned, feeling like a lead weight. They knew. A cold sweat broke out on your brow as your breath hitched in your throat. You clutch the strap of your worn backpack tightly, your knuckles white under the sudden pressure. 'Lily,' Miss Delbridge began, her voice devoid of its usual warmth, 'we need to talk about some serious matters that have come to our attention.'

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