The next day arrived at Belmont, and the students were seated in their respective classrooms. The lively chatter of young voices filled the air as they waited for their lessons to begin.
Olive sat beside Lucas, while Mark and Lara shared a desk near the window. Aiden, however, sat alone at the far corner of the room, his head bent over a notebook, doodling absentmindedly.
Just then, Mr. James, their English teacher, walked into the classroom. His usual cheerful demeanor was replaced with a serious expression. The casual hum of conversation dwindled instantly as the students sensed the shift in tone. Chairs scraped as everyone hurried to sit properly, their gazes fixed on Mr. James, who stood at the front of the room with a file in his hands.
"Good morning, students," Mr. James began, his voice calm but firm. "I've prepared a study timetable for all of you. This will take place during this class, and you will be working with assigned study partners."
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