(Avery)
I walked into history class and took my usual seat in the middle row. The room was bright and quiet, and a few students were already flipping through their books. I set my notebook on the desk and tried to focus on the page in front of me, but my mind kept drifting.
Something felt off. I could not explain it. It was not loud or clear, just a small feeling in the back of my mind. I pushed it away and waited for class to start.
The teacher walked in and greeted everyone. She opened her book and started talking about the lesson for today. Students around me wrote notes or whispered to the person next to them. I tried to stay focused, but the words on the board looked flat. I was not thinking about the lesson. I was thinking about how someone had taken pictures of us at the lake wit
