{Elira}
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After breakfast, the hallway outside our dorm buzzed with energy as usual.
My roommates and I walked together until we reached the row of lockers, where we broke apart to find our own.
I walked to mine, unlocked it, and traded my backpack for the textbook and notebook I'd need for my first class: Werewolf History & Governance. I also picked up my completed assignments.
My steps were lighter today.
I made my way to class with purpose, feeling a quiet sense of confidence.
As soon as I stepped into the lecture room, I headed straight for Jude—the class captain.
He glanced up, but before he could say anything, I placed my assignments in the tray and turned away.
I didn't want to give him the chance to let out whatever smug or demeaning remark he might have been cooking up.
He didn't like me, and he made it so obvious.
I went straight to my seat in the last row and settled in.
