{Elira}
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MONDAY.
By the time the last bell rang, I felt like I had been holding my breath since morning.
Lunch had been a circus with eyes following me from table to table, hushed voices whispering "that's her" like I was some rare creature on display.
Both lectures today had been worse. Professors pretending not to notice the restless curiosity in the room, students sneaking glances whenever I shifted in my seat.
By the time I got to my locker, I just wanted air—quiet, unbothered air.
I slung my backpack over my shoulder and shut the locker door, the metallic clang echoing through the hallway.
Just as I was about to head toward the small training hall, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out and glanced at the screen.
Lennon's name stared back at me.
I blinked, surprised. He never called before training. He usually just waited to ambush me with one of his teasing grins.
"Hello?" I answered, adjusting the strap of my bag.
