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Taylor’s morning kicks off with a whirlwind of preparation—zipping her backpack with notebooks, a graphing calculator, and a sketchpad tucked between textbooks. She swipes on mascara, blends peach-toned eyeshadow, and braids her hair into a loose side plait before slipping into a cropped sweater and high-waisted jeans. The first bell rings as she slides into her math desk, flipping open to a page crammed with parabolic equations. Mr. Carter’s lecture on quadratic functions blurs into a flurry of scratched-out variables until she nails the vertex formula, her pen circling the answer triumphantly. By third period, the rigid numbers fade into the scent of acrylic paint. Art class throws her into a kaleidoscope—charcoal sketches morph into watercolor gradients as she layers cerulean over burnt sienna, blending until the canvas mirrors the stormy sky outside. A smudge of crimson becomes her signature in the corner before the dismissal buzzer cuts through the creative haze.
