Riya sat on the last bench, her head buried in her arms. The classroom was noisy - kids were comparing marks, laughing, and chatting about how tough the exam was.
But Riya didn't feel like talking.
Her eyes stung with tears, and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying. "How is it that no matter how hard I study, I still don't get good marks?" she whispered to herself.
Just then, her class t ...
But Riya didn't feel like talking.
Her eyes stung with tears, and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying. "How is it that no matter how hard I study, I still don't get good marks?" she whispered to herself.
Just then, her class t ...
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