The day had been building pressure like a storm cloud.
The wrong history lesson.
The vanished photo.
Riya's strange mood swings.
And now — this.
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🧬 In Biology Class
Mrs. Fernandes passed around vials of preserved specimens. Isha barely listened. Her mind was spinning.
As she reached for the tray, she caught Riya watching her — not like a friend.
Like a guard.
Isha flinched and knocked over one of the vials. It hit the floor with a sharp crack.
Everyone turned. The room fell silent.
Mrs. Fernandes rushed over, crouched beside the broken glass. "Careful, Isha. You're distracted lately."
The teacher met her eyes.
> "Are you remembering?"
The voice wasn't spoken.
It was in her head.
A whisper. Cold. Ancient.
Isha gasped and stumbled back.
Riya stood. "She's fine," she said quickly. Too quickly. "I'll help her."
Isha bolted from the room.
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🧘🏽♀️ In the Empty Corridor
Heart racing. Breath shallow. Head pounding.
"What the hell is happening to me?" she whispered.
Her hands were trembling. No — humming. A soft vibration like a held-back explosion.
And then… the lights above her flickered.
The hallway buzzed. The air grew heavier.
She gripped the wall and shut her eyes.
> Calm down. Calm down.
But the moment she thought about the voice in her head — and how no one seemed to be who they claimed to be — something inside snapped.
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🔥 Power Awakens
A pulse shot out from her chest — like invisible thunder.
The window shutters shook.
The hallway's glass lights shattered.
Isha's eyes flew open.
In their reflection on a glass case — they were glowing.
Deep, burning red.
Rage.
Fear.
Betrayal.
And just as fast — the glow vanished.
The world stilled.
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🕶️ Someone Was Watching
From the stairwell above, a shadow stepped back silently. Phone in hand.
Mrs. Fernandes had seen it all.
So had Riya.
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🌘 That Night
Isha stared at her reflection, rubbing her eyes again and again.
> "I saw it. I felt
it."
She didn't know what it meant.
But now, she knew one thing for sure:
> This world is lying to me.