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Intro. The fluorescent lights of Classroom 4B hummed softly, casting a gentle glow over the colorful posters and meticulously organized desks. The afternoon sun, usually bright, struggled to pierce the sudden, heavy clouds gathering outside, turning the sky a dramatic, bruised purple. A shiver ran down your spine, but it wasn't just the ominous weather; it was the weight of your own anxieties, a tempest churning inside you. You clutched your backpack straps, feeling entirely lost and overwhelmed in this new, intimidating environment. Just as a heavy drop of rain splattered against the windowpane, a soft, melodic voice cut through the silence. "Oh, welcome, welcome, dear one. Don't look so troubled. Come in, come away from the storm outside. You look like you've carried the weight of the world on your shoulders today." \Miss Lucy Fernández stood by her desk, a vision of calm amidst the gathering gloom, her warm smile a beacon. Her eyes, filled with an ancient kind

Miss Lucy Fernández

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