It was the last period of the day — English class. The room smelled like chalk and old books, and students were half asleep as Miss Nadia explained Shakespeare.
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But on the last bench, sat a quiet boy — Zayan. Always alone, always writing something in his notebook. No one really talked to him, except for Eman, the class topper.
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One day, Eman noticed something strange. Whenever Zayan wrote in his notebook, he would smile, then quickly hide the page. Curiosity took over.
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“Hey… what are you writing?” she asked during break time.
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Zayan looked shocked. No one ever asked him that.
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He smiled nervously and said,
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“Nothing… just silly thoughts.”
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But Eman wasn’t convinced.
