Annabel's POV
The second day of the festival had a completely different energy than the first. Yesterday had been about the games, the matches, the noise of competition. Today was slower, but no less busy, booths lined the campus paths like a small marketplace, each one with something to show or sell. There were art displays, science demos, and food stalls competing for attention.
Lisa and I had been manning our booth since the morning, selling secondhand books and tutoring materials students had donated, all the proceeds going to a local charity. It wasn’t as flashy as the basketball court or the stage for the performances, but there was something grounding about it. People came by curious, flipping through paperbacks, some just wanting to donate a few coins.
Lisa handled the cashbox,
