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            BRRRRRRING!            The metallic clang of the school bell ripped through the still afternoon air, signifying the end of fifth period. As the last chimes died away, the halls of Chinquapin Public were filled with the familiar sound of muffled voices and scuffling footsteps. The students poured out from their stuffy classrooms and into the cramped corridor, most of them dreading the long trudge to their outdoor lockers. The few fortunate students who had lockers inside were busily shoving their books into their bags for the next class, or conversing with their neighbors.            "Hey, watch it!"            "Ouch,"