The group filed out of the staff room, heads hanging low in defeat. The tension was palpable, and the air thick with unspoken words.
Rachael and Anabella exchanged a bitter glance, anger and resentment simmering just beneath the surface. Peace and Lara walked ahead, their arms crossed, faces set in determined lines.
Henry, Olive, Mark, and Lucas trailed behind, their conversations hushed and subdued as they tried to process the events that had just transpired.
As they stepped into the hallway, the chaos of the school hallway hit them like a wave. The laughter and chatter of students, the clang of lockers, and the wail of the school bell merging into a commotion that grated on their already frayed nerves.