The hallways of our high school were abuzz with the usual end-of-term chaos. Students hurried between classes, voices overlapping in a constant hum of anxiety and excitement. As the exam period loomed closer, the pressure was mounting, and everyone seemed to be scrambling for a last-minute miracle.
In the midst of this whirlwind, my friends were particularly insistent about our upcoming exams. Meri, Abi, and Arga, in particular, were in full-on panic mode. The three of them had been buzzing around me all week, their concern for my academic performance manifesting in a flurry of texts and phone calls. But today, they were more vocal than ever.
“Keiysy! You have to come over to Arga’s house tonight!” Meri’s voice was barely audible over the din of students shuffling between classes. She grabbed my arm urgently. “We need to study, and Arga’s mom is making us a huge dinner. You can’t miss this!”