{Elira}
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Cambria leaned in beside me and whispered, "They are probably just impressed. You made history yesterday. Most first-years don't even pass the first elimination stage."
"I just want one day without whispers," I said, closing my locker a little too hard.
Her hand brushed my shoulder. "Then pretend they don't exist.
After our brief conversation, we all dispersed and went to our respective classrooms. But when I stepped through the doorway of mine, the same hush rippled across the room.
Every conversation halted mid-sentence. Dozens of curious and calculating eyes shifted toward me. Some were still admiring me, while others were doubtful.
And though no one spoke, I could already guess their diverse thoughts.
I inhaled quietly through my nose, lifted my chin, and walked to my seat.
A few moments later, the professor for our first class walked in. His presence alone broke the tension as he began writing the day's topic across the board:
