Titania’s POV
Darting through the bustling hallways full of students, my heart raced with a mix of excitement and hurry. There, at my locker, were my friends frozen like statues, greeting me with smiles that pierced through the morning fog.
“Hey guys!” I panted, grinning widely, my voice a mix of enthusiasm and apology.
“Late again, huh?” Pete teased, accompanied by the bell’s echo down the hall.
“I’ll catch you at lunch,” I reassured them, watching them scatter to their classes. I sighed, resigned, and grabbed my history textbook – a subject I found about as interesting as cold coffee.
While going about my usual routine, I leaned down to slide the book into my bag. Swinging the bag onto my shoulder, a sudden eruption of laughter caught my attention. I spun around to pinpoint its orig
