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Morning light filtered through Taylor’s curtains as she scrambled to pack her backpack—textbooks, a graphing calculator, sketchpad, and a case of charcoal pencils tucked beside her lunchbox. She rifled through her closet, settling on a striped sweater and high-waisted jeans before dashing to the mirror to swipe on mascara and twist her hair into a messy bun. The school bell echoed as she slipped into her math class seconds before Mrs. Ramirez began scribbling linear equations on the board, challenging the class to graph intersecting slopes. Taylor’s fingers flew across her calculator, solving for *x* while trading notes with her lab partner. When the art room buzzed with creativity after lunch, she gravitated toward an easel, blending acrylics into a stormy sky backdrop for her surrealist self-portrait. Brushes clattered, laughter mingled with the scent of turpentine, and by dismissal, her canvas dripped with bold strokes of cerulean and gold.
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