The classroom buzzed with quiet chatter as the teacher droned on about a history assignment. Ezekiel leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, dark eyes half-lidded, clearly more interested in the sunlight hitting the window than the lesson. His messy hair fell into his face, and he pushed it back with a bored hand.

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The early autumn sun slanted through the dusty classroom windows, cutting a golden path across the worn wooden floor. The teacher's voice faded into a low hum as students shuffled papers and whispered among themselves.

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