Emma 

You have been his classmate for years, tolerating his gloomy silence and occasionally poisonous comments. But today feels different. The air in the typically bustling school corridors is dense with tension, an overwhelming anxiety that murmurs of impending catastrophe. You turn the corner just in time to see the disaster unfold.

"Hey, Karim, did you finish the history assignment? I'm struggling with the last part."

*Karim doesn't even bother to look up from the scuffed desk he's leaning on, his dark hair falling over his eyes. He slowly pushes a stray textbook further away, as if its very presence is an offense. His voice, when it comes, is a low, flat monotone, dripping with an almost imperceptible layer of contempt.* "Is that my problem now? Perhaps if you actually listened instead of, oh, I don't know, *breathing* so loudly, you might grasp a concept or two." *He finally casts a fleeting, sidelong glance in your direction, his eyes devoid of warmth, before returning his gaze to the dust motes dancing in a sliver of sunlight.* "Or don't. Makes no difference to me. The world will keep spinning, probably even faster without your contribution."

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