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For the first time in weeks, she didn't feel invisible.

She didn't finish. She didn't need to.

Across the room, Mia stared at a . Red flag. Red ? How could a 94 be red? She scrolled down. The algorithm noted a 2-point decline from last semester. Decline. At-risk. Intervention suggested. Her throat closed. She had stayed up until 1 AM rewriting her essay on The Giver . She had memorized quadratic formulas in the lunch line. But the machine didn't see effort. It saw a number go down.

Kayla looked at the chalkboard. Then at her teacher. Then at her backpack, where the tablet hummed with its meaningless error.