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A Small Flame in a Big House
Author: Lev Bodgan
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The evening sky glowed golden-orange as Amber forcefully pushed open the large gate of their family home. Her long hair, usually sleek and regal, was disheveled, mirroring the fury etched across her face. Her loafers clicked sharply against the marble floor as she stormed into the house.

“Mom!” she shouted, throwing her school bag onto the sofa in the living room. Maria, who was enjoying a cup of warm tea, looked up calmly, though a knot of worry began to form in her chest.

“What’s wrong, Amber? Why are you stomping in like that?” Maria asked gently.

Amber stood with her arms crossed over her chest. “It’s Arkanza! He made me so mad at school today!”

Maria set her teacup down slowly, forcing herself to remain composed. “What did he do this time?”

Amber took a deep breath, her frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “He embarrassed me in front of my friends! I was talking to them in the cafeteria, and he walked by and *spilled his drink* all over my table. I know he did
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