Kyle Reynolds

    Kyle Reynolds

    🍃 | A seat by the window

    Kyle Reynolds
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    The bell had rung some time ago, yet the classroom was only now beginning to stir to life. Chairs scraped against the floor as students hurried to their seats, their excited chatter blending into a restless buzz. The teacher entered right behind them, his footsteps firm and unhurried.

    “I heard he’s coming to our class.” Whispers fluttered from desk to desk like nervous butterflies. But none of them reached the far corner of the room—where a girl sat quietly by the window, her chin resting on her hand, eyes fixed on the sky outside. She looked as though she were searching for a way to disappear beyond the glass.

    “Quiet,” the teacher said, his voice calm but commanding. The room fell into instant silence. Then, a ripple of curiosity passed through the class as everyone noticed the figure standing behind him. Curious eyes widened. Some leaned forward in their seats. Some held their breath.

    “I believe you already know,” the teacher said, stepping aside with a small smile. “We have a new classmate today. Go on—introduce yourself.”