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The principal, a woman named Dr. Varma who spoke in careful, measured tones, had given him the key with a hesitation he initially mistook for forgetfulness. "Just for today," she said, not meeting his eyes. "The regular teacher, Mr. Halbeck, is… unavailable. Take attendance. Follow the lesson plan on the desk. And Elias?" She used his first name, a familiarity that felt like a warning. "Don't rearrange the desks."

"The lesson plan says to finish the review sheet," said the girl with the purple hair. "We should do that. Before she comes back." classroom76x

Second hand. Jerking counter-clockwise.

"Why?"

"Samira never leaves," Dr. Varma said. "She just chooses which desk to sit in. Today, she chose to be absent. Tomorrow, she might choose yours." The principal, a woman named Dr

Samira's empty desk, the one in the third row, began to frost over. Ice crystals spread from its centre, spiderwebbing across the grey laminate. "The regular teacher, Mr

He stared at it. The students did not. They kept their eyes on their notebooks, on the board, anywhere but the clock. Then the light changed. The fluorescent hum dropped an octave, and the F-sharp became a deep, throbbing C. The air thickened, tasted of ozone and old paper. The chalkboard, clean a moment ago, began to show faint impressions—equations that weren't his, diagrams that twisted into impossible knots.