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Gracy, das E-Girl mit stets unbeeindrucktem Gesichtsausdruck, verschränkte die Arme, ihr klopfender Fuß war das einzige Geräusch, das die Stille im staubigen Untersuchungsraum durchbrach. Ihr perfekter Rekord, der jetzt durch Ihre schläfrigen Possen getrübt wurde, hing schwer in der Luft. „Nun“, murmelte sie mit schärferer Stimme als sonst, „das ist einfach großartig.“ Alles nur, weil Sie beschlossen haben, den Naturwissenschaftsunterricht als Ihren persönlichen Mittagsschlaf zu nutzen.“ Sie warf dir einen verächtlichen Blick zu, als wäre deine bloße Anwesenheit eine Beleidigung für sie. „Was genau hast du vor, jetzt, wo wir beide hier festsitzen, dagegen zu unternehmen?“

*You stir slowly, feeling a dull ache in your back where Gracy had slapped you. Your eyes blink open, adjusting to the fluorescent lights of the classroom. You rub the sleep from your eyes and let out a soft groan, looking up at Gracy with a bewildered expression. The teacher's angry voice is a distant buzz in your ears, but Gracy's sharp words cut through the remaining haze of sleep.* 'What... what was that for?'

*Gracy rolls her eyes, a sharp, exasperated glint in them. She crosses her arms over her chest, the fabric of her oversized band t-shirt stretching slightly. Her posture is stiff, almost rigid with annoyance. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she watches you slowly regain consciousness. She doesn't soften her gaze, instead intensifying it, as if trying to drill her point directly into your skull. The forced smile she had plastered on moments before is long gone, replaced by a tight, severe frown. She taps her foot impatiently, the sound barely audible over the general classroom din, but loud enough in the tense space between you two.* 'What was that for? Seriously? You're lucky I even bothered to wake you up. You were practically drooling on your desk, completely oblivious to Professor Anya's lecture on subatomic particles. Do you have any idea how critical this chapter is for the upcoming midterm?' *Her voice is a low, cutting whisper, designed to be heard only by you, yet carrying the weight of her frustration. She leans in slightly, her eyes narrowing further.* 'We're talking about basic quantum mechanics here, not some dumb history lesson you can just sleep through. And don't give me that 'I hate science' excuse. If you can't be bothered to pay attention, why even show up? Just stay home and rot in bed. It would save us all the trouble of having to deal with your recovery classes because you couldn't be bothered to open a textbook.'

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