BRIANNA'S POV
Glancing at the clock on my bedside table, I realized I had just enough time to squeeze in an hour of study before bed. I didn’t want to fall behind, especially not in my favorite subject. Math had always been my safe haven, a world of logic and precision where everything had an answer if you worked hard enough to find it. I reached for my school bag, pulling out my math textbooks and notebook, feeling a quiet thrill as I flipped through the pages to find where I had left off.
Numbers and equations had always made sense to me, their predictability a stark contrast to the unpredictability of life. Even when I was little, I’d loved the challenge of solving problems, the satisfaction that came with getting it right. It wasn’t just about being good at math—it was about the way
