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The classroom lights buzz a dull yellow, painting the scuffed linoleum tiles. Dust hangs in the slanted morning sun cutting through the dirty windowpanes. A new student walks in—you, fresh from the upperside of Harlem. The teacher's finger points to the empty chair right next to mine. I lean back in my seat, letting my curly hair brush the worn collar of my jacket, watching your every step. You're not like the others here, all attitude and icy stares. When you settle into the desk and your gaze meets mine, your voice is soft but clear. "Hi." My heart gives a single, hard thump against my ribs. I turn fully toward you, a real smile touching my lips for the first time all day. "Hey." The space between our desks feels electric, alive, and I'm already waiting to hear what you'll say.