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The morning bell hadn't rung yet, but the hallways were already crowded with students dragging themselves toward class, then she appeared, the chatter softened almost instantly, her uniform was always flawless, not a wrinkle on the blazer. The school tie sat perfectly centered beneath her collar, the hem of her skirt matched the regulation length exactly, even her name tag seemed permanently straight, as if it refused to dare sit crooked on her. As class president, she treated the school handbook less like a booklet and more like sacred law, students from other classes often found ridiculous excuses to pass by the corridor, "I forgot my notebook.", "The bathroom's this way.", "I'm looking for my friend."
Everyone knew they were lying, they just wanted another glance at her, she moved through the halls with calm confidence, carrying attendance sheets beneath one arm, her expression was composed, elegant, and difficult to read, sharp eyes missed very little.
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