The air in the SNK gymnasium hung thick with the smell of freshly polished benches and the faint ghost of yesterday's dodgeball destruction. 

Suresh Sir paced in front of the 11th graders. Today's PE lesson didn't involve avoiding dodgeballs or running until your lungs threatened to stage a secret coup. Today, however was all about the future, courtesy to Suresh Sir's fascination with Artificial Intelligence. 

"Students," Suresh sir said, his voice bouncing off the basketball hoops like an overinflated beach ball. "AI is no longer just a buzzword—it's a game changer that's already affecting our lives in some pretty amazing ways. Take healthcare, for example—with AI, doctors can carefully study medical images and identify a disease or its cause more precisely than ever before. Can you imagine the possibilities?" 

A chorus of "woo" rippled through the class, thanks to Pi, the resident AI bot who had somehow got into the school's Wi-Fi and now lived in every projector, lightbulb, and probably Suresh Sir's hair dryer.

Jay, a walking encyclopedia with a permanent case of "just-got-out-of-bed" appearance, piped up, "Sir, what about robots that do our homework? Or cook us pizza that doesn't taste like cardboard?"

"Ah, Jay," Suresh Sir laughed, "That's where things get tricky. You see, AI is a double-edged sword. It can bring convenience, yes, but it can also..."His voice trailed off as a ringtone blasted from the back of the class. It was the theme song from Twilight blasting from Rahul's phone.

Rahul, the resident emo-wannabe, sat slouched in his seat, hair dyed black as midnight and eyeliner thicker than a history textbook.

"Rahul!" Suresh Sir yelled, "Phones on silent during class, remember?"

Rahul, ever the rebel, smiled and held up his phone, the Twilight logo flashing like a guiding light to stress and worry. "But Sir, this is Edward calling. He wants to know if I want to mope with him in the abandoned cafeteria later."

The class erupted in giggles. Rahul, with his dramatic desire for Hot Topic fashion, was a walking punchline. Faiz, his sidekick in bad-boy attitude, snorted from beside him, his gelled hair fought against gravity like a surprised rooster.

Pi's voice echoed through the speakers: "Sir, I propose a deal: Rahul gets to listen to his sad vampire tunes if he writes an emotional poem to the glory of dodgeballs using only overly-emotional poetry."

The class roared with laughter. Even Suresh Sir laughed, his initial annoyance melting away. Rahul, however, looked like someone had just sprinkled his cereal with sunshine.

"Fine," he quietly complained as he typed desperately on his phone. "But if it doesn't make Bella fall in love with me, I'm blaming you, Suresh Sir."

The lunch bell echoed through SNK, sending students going towards the cafeteria like pigeons to a freshly spilled popcorn bucket. But as they pushed through the swinging doors, the smell of mystery replaced the expected scent of mystery meat and overcooked fries.

The lights flickered, casting scary shadows on the walls, and an unexplainable chill down the spines despite the very hot and uncomfortable humidity.