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Back in Mercer's room, it's crazy central. I never thought that kids talking and laughing and singing could literally sound like a buzzing noise, but it does. Mercer sits on her desk, seemingly coaching Zain, Paul, and another kid named Nick gathered around her. Other kids are grouped away into their little cliques, and about six of my classmates, including Sophie and Olivia and Luke, are crowded around the stereo in the corner. It blasts Fugue for Tinhorns into the room. Mrs. Mercer turned on her Scentsy, and the artificial smell of oatmeal cookies wafts through the room. All lights and lamps are on, scripts are spread out, everyone's eagerl