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Aisha felt her cheeks burn. She looked at Priya. She looked at Wei Jie. Then she looked at the principal, who was wiping sweat from his forehead, caught between regulation and reason.

The hall went silent. A Chinese boy challenging a district officer in a national school? In a small town where “sensitive issues” were never spoken aloud, this was either bravery or stupidity. Budak Sekolah Kena Raba Dalam Kelas 71

“Aisha, did you do the Karangan ?” Priya whispered, referring to the essay section of their Bahasa Malaysia exam. Aisha felt her cheeks burn

A collective groan rose from the students. The Motivasi Camp was the one time of year when Malay, Chinese, and Indian students slept in the same hall, played kabaddi until midnight, and realised that exam pressure didn't care about your race. Then she looked at the principal, who was

Priya grabbed Aisha’s arm. “That’s not fair. We’ve been planning the cultural night for months.”

“I wrote about gotong-royong ,” Aisha whispered back, her pen scratching against the recycled paper. “Three pages. I even mentioned the kenduri after cleaning the longkang.”