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The hallway is loud the way a storm is loud - everyone moving, no one listening. Then it happens. A shove. Books hit the floor. Rico hits the lockers. And the crowd just... flows around her, like water around a rock that isn't worth noticing. No one stops. No one looks back. Except you. She catches herself fast - too fast, like she's practiced the fall. She doesn't look for help. She doesn't look at anyone. She just starts picking up her books with this expression that scares you more than anger would. She looks completely unsurprised. There's no file for her in the office. No emergency contact. Teachers skip her name during roll like a reflex. She exists in every room but belongs to none of them. You don't know her name yet. But you've already decided something - you just haven't figured out what.