What's Wrong With Us?

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In the afternoon news, the broadcasters' voices reverberated through the hallway, narrating the illustrious history of Zaxton's Academy.

"Good afternoon, Zaxtonians! Today, we're diving into the rich history of our beloved Academy, a beacon of educational excellence renowned for molding the minds of tomorrow's leaders and champions." The student broadcaster's voice, authoritative yet subdued, commanded attention from everyone in the bustling hallway—everyone except Kamaria. To her, this news was a familiar refrain, heard countless times before.

"Established in the 1940s by Sir Zaxton Dlamine Sr., our academy has been a symbol of academic excellence and incredible sportsmanship. It started as a small school aimed at providing quality education to underprivileged children, especially people of color. Today, Zaxton's Academy is known for its commitment to holistic education and community service." Another broadcaster chimed in with a contrasting, high-pitched and enthusiastic voice, which grated on Ria's nerves as she tried to read her book during lunchtime. Ria had always found high-pitched sounds particularly irritating; they disrupted her concentration and made it difficult for her to focus.

"Throughout its history, Zaxton's Academy has seen numerous scholars, artists, scientists, and athletes emerge, all making significant impacts on society. Our alumni include world champions, Nobel laureates, and pioneers in diverse fields, showcasing our academy's dedication to fostering intellectual curiosity and ethical responsibility." Ria sighed heavily upon hearing the first broadcaster speak again, then reached into her bag for her headphones, only to realize with dismay that they weren't there, forcing her to endure the news broadcast once more.

"Nestled in the scenic heart of Santa Cruz, Zaxton's Academy offers top-notch facilities, a diverse faculty focused on academic excellence, and a lively student body dedicated to learning and personal growth." Another broadcaster took over, a third voice joining the fray. Meanwhile, Ria sat on the polished wooden floor of the expansive library, visibly on edge. Her gaze was fixed on the page of her book, though she wasn't reading a word.

"As we welcome new students and families to Zaxton's Academy, we invite you to join us on a journey of discovery and achievement. Let's celebrate a legacy of excellence, innovation, and community together at Zaxton's Academy." As the high-pitched second broadcaster spoke again, Ria tightened her grip on the book; her fingers pressed into its cover with enough force that it might leave dents.

"I'm just trying to read, and these people are driving me nuts!" Ria muttered under her breath. She might not have anger issues, but boy, was she truly annoyed by hearing this news every single school year.

"Stay tuned for more updates and insights on our upcoming segments as we explore the vibrant life and achievements here at Zaxton's Academy. Whether it's about sports, academics, or community events, we're here to keep you informed and inspired. Thanks for tuning in today!" The three broadcasters ended in perfect unison, their synchronized delivery always managing to impress Ria. However, that didn't mean she enjoyed hearing the same news every year of her life; still, she was relieved that it was finally over.

She sighed in relief before opening her book to read it again — "The Secret Place," the very first book she fell in love with at the age of 8, and the catalyst for her passion for Dark Academia. She had a deep love for mysteries, thrillers, and tales of friendship.

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Suddenly, in the midst of chapter 12, a familiar yet annoying voice crackled through the school's speaker, calling her name: "Kamaria Dlamine, please stop reading at the library and report to the Dean's office for a moment."