Lyra

I walked into the bustling quad, squinting as the bright morning sun hit my eyes. The air smelled fresh and sweet, like dew-covered grass mixed with the mouth-watering aroma of baked goods from the nearby cafeteria. Students hurried by, their chatter and laughter filling the space.

"Over here, Lyra!" Sally called out, waving from under a large oak tree.

I made my way over, plopping down beside her on the soft grass. She smiled, handing me a blueberry muffin. "Saved you ...