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"I don't know," Aina said finally. "I just want to finish this year first."

"How was school?" her mother asked, not looking up from the wok. Budak Sekolah Tunjuk Burit

Li Qin snorted, muffling the sound behind her hand. "You try having a fringe this short. It keeps escaping." "I don't know," Aina said finally

They both laughed, then quickly lowered their voices as the ustazah walked past, a stack of Quranic tapes in her hands. She gave them a knowing smile but said nothing. "You try having a fringe this short

A group of boys from the rugby team were arm-wrestling over a plate of mee goreng . Three girls from the Chinese stream were practicing a dance routine near the bike shed – something for the upcoming Hari Kokurikulum . A lone student, a quiet boy named Raj from the Tamil stream, was reading a fantasy novel under a rain tree, oblivious to the noise.

At recess, the canteen was a symphony of chaos. The roti canai stall had a line twenty kids deep. The nasi goreng was already sold out. Aina bought two karipap (curry puffs) for RM1 and a packet of milo ais for RM1.50. She sat on a concrete bench, watching the world swirl around her.

"Do you ever think about leaving?" Li Qin asked quietly.