During my years in school, there was a small circle of us who just clicked from the start. We studied together in the library until the lamps dimmed, sharing snacks and whispering answers to tricky questions. On weekends, we’d take countless shots, both the photographic kind and the playful kind that made us laugh until our sides hurt. We celebrated each other’s victories and stood by each other through the hard days.
We weren’t the biggest group on campus, but we didn’t need to be. Our bond was strong enough to make the whole school feel smaller, warmer. We were a clique, not the cold, exclusive kind people warned about, but a family built on shared dreams, inside jokes, and the comfort of knowing you belonged.
Till the day I left school, I can say without hesitation: it was the best clique I ever had.
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