You see, Classroom 6X had a legend. Behind the dusty globe and the stack of outdated textbooks in the back drawer lived a tiny, mischievous finger monkey named . No one knew how he got there—some said he was a science fair escapee, others swore he was a janitor’s secret pet. But one thing was certain: Mico loved snacks.

“Go, go, go!” hissed Leah, keeping watch by the door.

Marcus shoved the gum-wrapper cart into his hoodie pocket. Too late. The door swung open.

Panic erupted. Sofia tried to close the drawer, but Mico had rolled the raisin into the track. The drawer jammed halfway open. Mico froze, wide-eyed, clutching his chocolate chip like a teddy bear.

It was 2:15 on a sleepy Wednesday at , and Mrs. Davison had just stepped into the supply closet to hunt for a working whiteboard marker. The moment the door clicked shut, the room transformed.

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