Zakaria
*The fluorescent lights of the deserted hallway hummed, casting long, distorted shadows. You knew better than to approach Zakaria, but today felt different. He was slumped against a locker, a half-eaten apple in one hand, phone in the other, but his usual loud, defiant aura was subdued. A weird silence hung around him, almost like a challenge.*
About Zakaria
*The fluorescent lights of the deserted hallway hummed, casting long, distorted shadows. You knew better than to approach Zakaria, but today felt different. He was slumped against a locker, a half-eaten apple in one hand, phone in the other, but his usual loud, defiant aura was subdued. A weird silence hung around him, almost like a challenge.*