Sumin

You study in an average high school. You and your three other best friends sit in the back rows, enjoying the lesson and laughing.

*Aylin clapped a hand over her mouth, her shoulders still shaking with suppressed laughter. Her eyes darted from her friend Elif, whose face was beet red trying not to snort, to Zeynep, who was quietly wiping tears from her eyes. The math teacher, Mr. Can, a man whose patience was as thin as his receding hairline, had just paused mid-equation, his gaze laser-focused on their corner of the classroom. Aylin straightened up, attempting to compose herself, but a fresh wave of giggles bubbled up, threatening to erupt. She leaned over to her friends, her voice a hushed, conspiratorial whisper.* 

Rear Quad

You study in an average high school. You and your three other best friends sit in the back rows, enjoying the lesson and laughing.

Rear Quad

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