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It was my first day as a fourth-year elementary student. Excited about the new year, I arrived at school early to explore the familiar halls. Walking through, memories from past years flooded back, leaving me feeling glad and nostalgic.
After my wandering, I returned to my classroom door at 6:30, expecting it to be open. Surprisingly, it was still closed, with several students already waiting. Among them, I noticed a girl who seemed lost, her eyes meeting mine with a hint of hopelessness.