Jojo’s P.O.V.
The final bell rang, echoing through the hallways like a liberating anthem. Another day of controlled chaos wrapped up with the usual blend of glitter, glue, and the faint scent of dry-erase markers lingering in the air. My classroom resembled the aftermath of a particularly enthusiastic tornado—paper scraps, paint smudges, and the unmistakable evidence of a week-long arts and crafts project strewn everywhere.
I exhaled, surveying the room as my students buzzed with excitement. Today was the day they could finally take their projects home. Little hands gathered carefully constructed masterpieces: popsicle-stick towers, paper-mâché animals, glitter-coated picture frames.
And then there was Lucy.
Lucy stood beside her project, her expression one of pure triumph. She had po
