XANIYAH sat cross-legged on her bed, items scattered all around like a mini marketplace. She picked up one of the books and counted slowly.

“Okay, so how many books did I get?” she muttered to herself. “Three long notebooks… four short notebooks… one hardcover and two jotters. Mhmm… that should be enough for now.” She dropped them neatly into a small pile at the corner of her bed and reached for the pens.

“A dozen ballpoint pens,” she announced, tearing the nylon pack ...