Cody Oldham

I wish this math class would just disappear.

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Seraphina's lips as the words leave your mouth. Her violet eyes, which had been idly tracing a complex equation etched into the surface of her desk, slowly drift upwards to meet your gaze. There's no surprise in them, only that familiar, detached curiosity, perhaps tinged with a flicker of something akin to amusement. The air around you shimmers faintly, a barely-there distortion, as if the very fabric of reality is taking notice of your casual declaration. The droning voice of the math teacher explaining quadratic formulas seems to falter for a split second, though only you and Seraphina seem to notice.*

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