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"Quickly get back to your seats! Mrs Loh is on the way here!" shouted the class monitor. Mrs Loh put on her pair of bright red oval-shaped glasses and dark blue blouse as usual. She stepped into the classroom, ready to scream at anybody who let out a whisper. She slammed her laptop and books onto the table. Her eyes, as sharp as the ones of an eagle, scanned the class to identify the latecomers. She shook her head disappointedly and glared at the late students while they strolled into the classroom one by one. She often thought that it was a curse to have such terrible students. Mrs Loh then started with her Geography lesson that made her students fall asleep the second she opened her mouth. However due to all the students being terrified of her, no one dares to doze off or zone out during her lesson. Everyone pays full attention to her lessons and does every thing she says. if a student doesn't score well for any examinations, a scolding would be expected.

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Like usual, John entered the classroom with his shirt tucked out.
During class, when John was asked to answer question, he said silly answers which makes everyone laugh in class. It eased the serious atmosphere in class. After class, his table was also surrounded by people talking to him about the new published game online.

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Gwen skipped into the cafeteria in high spirits as soon as the bell rang. Her blonde braids flowed along her face. An obvious grin could be seen on her face from five tables away. Her presence lit up the whole cafeteria. As she pushed her way through the lunch crowd, swarms of people surrounded her, inviting her to sit with them. She kindly rejected them as her dazzling blue almond shaped eys scanned the crowd in search of her friend group. Bang! A student dived straight into a rubbish can as she tripped on a curb. Everyone acted as if they did not see it but without thinking twice, Gwen rushed over as fast as her legs could take her and brushed the dirt and trash off the girl. She reached out her hand and pulled her up. There were scrapes and bruises on the girl's hands and legs. Gwen worriedly sent her to the general office in search for medical help. Everyone in the cafeteria offered their help after seeing Gwen doing so. They all admired her. Finally there's some peace and quiet in the office, Gwen thought to herself after all that drama.

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Tom was good-looking and he is the person who likes to make friends. He would wear branded clothing and shoes which will attract his classmates. Many of his classmates like to spend time with him as Tom would always help his classmates to buy their food. He would always lend a helping hand when they need help.  That day during recess, as one of his classmates forgot to bring his wallet, he did not have enough money to buy chicken rice. Immediately, Tom took out his wallet and help him to purchase it.

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Nova lowered her head as she walked in class with her back hunched as she carried walked towards her seat, looking away from the rest of the class. she quickly scanned the class and chose a seat at the corner back of the class. ' no one can see and judge me from here. This is a seat suitable for me ' she thought nervously. " Alright class, it's time for all of you to do a self-introduction " the teacher's clear voice rang in the class. " let's start with you " she pointed at Nova seated at the corner who had her head lowered silently praying that the teacher would not pick her. As everyone's eye landed on her she felt like they were shooting daggers at her. "Don't do anything weird" she told herself, trying to force a smile on her face as she dragged her what felt like a pound foot towards the front of the class. As she stood at the front of the class, she found two girls at the back murmuring to each other with low voices ' they must be judging me ' she could not help but thought. The whole class staring at her made her heart pound faster than normal and her hand was sweating uncontrollably, which so was her forehead. A bead of sweat slid off her cheeks as she lowered her head to stare at her foot. Her hands were fidgeting with both sides of her skirt as she struggled to find the words to say.
" Please introduce yourself to the class " the teacher glared at her and said once more. Nova lifted her head up and glanced around as her eyes landed on the notification board behind " Hi-i...i...i am Nov... No... Nova " she stammered as she tried to speak like the rest of her classmates, they could speak fluently without mistake every time. How she wished she could be normal like everyone. A low murmuring broke in the class and Nova could not help but think that they are mocking and laughing at her, her voice, her anxiety, her body, her face her- " Thanks Nova now can we ask you to come up to introduce yourself? " Only after that, she noticed a second teacher in the class whose gentle voice rang. Nova let out a sigh of relief as she was relieved that she could finally return to her comfort corner.

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in junior college, there is this one person whose always dressed with a loose tie, rolled up long sleeves, baggy long pants with an untucked collared shirt. He is never up to nothing, dominating and intimidating almost anyone that comes in his way. Accompanied by his minions, following every instruction he gives, like a duplicate of him. His tall, large shadow, hovering above those smaller than him like a huge scary monster. Everyone is warned to steer clear from him, as they know the severity of the consequences. "Hey, watch out he's here!" they say. His eyes paired with frowned eyebrows always fiercely glaring at everyone around him,  like a predator finding new prey. Once found, he would never let them go easily, especially not on his watch.

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appearance - Mischief is written all over his face. His mouth crooked into a smirk. Actions - He constantly sits in a laid-back manner and changes positions every few minutes.  He shrugs his shoulders as he is asked a serious question and talks back confidently. Thoughts - " I should ask this redundant question; it'll surely be funny." he thought. "This sounds like a good time to crack a joke!" he thought Other characters - Ben, who is seated at the corner of the classroom, shouts across the classroom to show approval and support to the Class Clown. Some boys chimed in and disrupted the class. The teacher furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms upon hearing a joke arise although it's a serious matter.

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"Hello dumb-dumbs!" Jia rui exclaimed as he kicked the door open. Upon seeing Jia Rui's cocky stance, everyone rolled their eyes in annoyance. Jia rui was the common enemy in his class. Jia Rui had a smug smile plastered on his face and held his head up high as he swaggered through the class, glancing down at his inferior classmates and scoffing. Upon reaching his table, he forcefully pulled his chair and slumped onto it before putting both his legs on his table. Sitting at the back of his class. "Why am I even still in this class with these failures?" He thought, looking visibly frustrated. Sitting at the back of his class, he scowled at the lowly sight of his class.

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amy was a timid person, who often hid amongst the crowd. she had long black hair, which acted as a curtain, shutting herself away from everyone. walking through the hallways of school, thoughts like "don't look at me" or thoughts like : I'm not good enough, everyone's better than me, often flooded her mind. Words like "what if?" or " i shouldn't have" would also appear frequently, overthinking every word she uttered, or every move she made.it got to the point where she could hear a voice in her head, whispering nasty comments, degrading herself. she would avoid communicating with peers, afraid that her voice was too soft, squeaky or at all, unpleasent to ears. she would wear clothes that covered her body, no holes and no slits. she was insecure of herself: her body, her voice, her appearance, insecure of her whole.

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The teacher has a perpetual frown plastered on her face. Whenever a student does something wrong, she would stare daggers at him/her. If looks could kill, the student would have withered there and then. She would also yell at the class and force them to get out of the classroom. She usually thinks, "Why are my students' conduct extremely bad?" Her expectations of the class are really high and if a student fails to meet her expectations, the student would have an earful from her. Whenever she enters the classroom, the class would be as silent as the grave. All the students do not dare to chat with each other during her class.

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Tom walked in the classroom in big strides, with his head held high.

"Good morning everyone," tom grinned as he greeted everyone. He walked to his seat, which was at the back of the classroom, where he usually disturbed teachers during their lessons. His uniform was tucked out, even with the teacher reminding him multiple times. All the boys then crowded around his table as they talked about the video games they were recently into.

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"Oh hello guys, what did you all score for the latest Science class test? I bet you did not score better then me with ninety eight marks out of hundred!" Jane pompously said to her classmates. All the classmates did not even bother to look at her and just rolled their eyes. Jane, having the best grades and looks in her class, being neat and tidy all the time, loved to show off to people about her good strengths, sometimes even making people feel bad about themselves as they were not as good as her. Hence, nobody wanted to be her friend. However, she continued to show off despite knowing that everyone despises her. Moreover, she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, bringing expensive branded things to school. Every morning, she would think to herself, " I'm the best and no one can match my perfection! "

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His dishevelled hair glistened under the scorching hot sun . Whispers flooded the canteen and students scrambled out of his way as he strode towards a group of rambunctious looking students. Sitting down, he was greeted by a slap on his back and a few smirks from his audience. He was about to throw a snarky remark to them when his train of thought was interrupted by a squeaky voice.
"H-h-hello.....c-can i s-sit here?"
The other students at the table scoffed as he stood up to his full height, eyes glinting maliciously .
"And who do you think you are,  little worm?" He questioned , with a small edge to his voice, sending tremors down the spines of all the students in the canteen. As he raised his fist, choas ensued as students made a rush to escape out of the canteen so as to not be caught in the crossfire.

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"Please tuck in your shirt," the teacher stared at him as the bell rang and she walked in. Then, the whole class stood up to greet the teacher, while she did not move her eyes away from him the entire time. "Wait, I am still trying to tuck in my shirt." The class burst out laughter." The teacher ignored him and started the lesson. "Class, take out your textbook and turn to page 80." everyone followed instructions except for that one particular student. "My textbook does not have page 80, but only page 08." The teacher walked to his table to check. "Oh sorry my textbook is upside down," he giggled to himself as the teacher stood in front of his table. Again, the class was trying to hold back their laughter.

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"Ring! ring" the school bell rang.
"Now is Mr Lee's lesson! Everyone hurry up go back to your seats, he is coming soon!" the class monitor hurriedly exclaimed.
Mr Lee was a science teacher but he was not like other teachers who smiled at students when they waved at their teachers, instead he always had a straight face, gave a slight nod. If someone had made a mistake, he would shout and make them do tons and tons of corrections and his hands would clench into a fist which means that he was angry, that is why all the students had prayed and wished that he would not teach their class.
"Class, take out the worksheet that was given out yesterday." Mr Lee said with a stern tone as he walked into the classroom.
Everyone could feel the aura that followed him which gave a strict look, he also carried around a stack of books that also made him look knowledgeable at the same time. When class ended, everyone was relieved and the atmosphere became more free and relaxed. Finally his lesson is finished, all the students thought in their head but not daring enough to say it out.

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Ashford silently settled down in the very end of the line as the assembly started. As the crowds of students quieten down, the talk started. As the host threw out questions, many students eagerly raised their hands in order to answer. Ashford sulked, attempting to not draw any attention to himself. He instinctively inched away as the host slowly approached, as if it is some kind of unspeakable horror. As the next question was thrown out, Ashford's classmates turned and looked at him. The moment he has been dreading inevitably happened. As the microphone was handed over to Ashford, the world seemed to blur. He knew the answer, but apparently it was stuck in his head. He scanned the crowd who were all staring at him, and closed his eyes.

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Leon ginned widely as the bell rang. Their original teacher wasn't here and a substitute teacher was coming in. 'Time for some fun', he thought cheerfully, wanting to be in the spotlight once again. Wearing clothes that were extremely bold and a bit silly, he stood out like a sore thumb in sea of faces. A lanky, old man carrying a box filled to the brim with math textbooks and a long ruler walked into class. Leon snickered as the teacher slowly put down the books. "I saw him once, never see him again after that", he said aloud, joking about the old teacher, as laughter filled the room. The subsitute teacher stuttered, " My name is Nervus Lee, You can call me Mr Lee" Leon grinned broadly as he opened his mouth, ready to crack another joke.

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Tom stomped through the hallway, the throngs of students scuttering hastily to the side of the hallway to make way for him. All the students would tremble in fear as he walked by. Who will be my new victim today? He thought, a smirk growing on his face . Glancing around, he noticed a boy trembling as he walked by.His eyes lit up in glee. Without hesitation, he walked up to the boy, reaching out his muscular hand to grab the boy's collar. "Please...let... me...go," the timid boy stuttered, cold sweat dripping down his forehead as he looked up at Tom's menacing face.

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'' Have you seen this year's name list? She is in our class!''
An excited chatter filled the class as a tall girl with long silky hair strode into it and picked her seat. Her movements were so graceful, it was almost impossible not to stop and stare. Soon after, half the class were standing around her desk, attempting to start a conversation with her.

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" Brandon! Stop talking and focus on the lesson!" the teacher reprimanded. Brandon would constantly crack jokes to the class during lessons and making the entire laugh until their stomachs hurt. He was always thinking of a new joke to make or a new prank to play on his peers. He would always dress in a comical manner, such as purposely wearing shoes that were 2 sizes too big so that he could pretend to trip throughout the duration of the day.

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The moment he walked quickly into the classroom with some books in one hand and the other nudging up his spectacles, all students stood straight up simultaneously, with their eyes shining with fear and respect, head bowed ninety degrees. "Good morning, sir" they greeted him together. He gestured his hands to let them sit.

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"Hey!" Josh exchanged a fist bump with someone in the canteen.
He brushed his fingers against his mid-length hair as two more people greeted him when he queued for chicken rice. He stuck his hand into his pockets of his neat uniform as people behind and in front of him tried to strike a conversation with him. He flashed his confident and approachable smile as he answered the questions of others amiably. It seemed like he has a natural talent of striking a conversation with anyone with a friendly tone which makes anyone who talks to him feel comfortable. It was like this everywhere he went. He could garner the attention of everyone at any place, he stood out wherever he went. Everyone seemed to know him. He does not need to worry about sitting anywhere, as long as he sits down, within seconds, people would crowd around him.

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Her hair was flowy and blew in the wind. Wearing the most stylish outfits and lifting her head high. She thought to herself," Hah! I'm the only one that even deserves to be here. Ew, look at that girl" She stared at a girl dressed in a plain shirt and staring at her fearfully. She merely just rolled her eyes and lifted her head again. Everyone stared at her in disgust. Everyone knew she was known for her attitude and behaviour. As she walked in the hall way, she saw the people surrounding her dressed poorly, she just laughed at them haughtily and continued walking down the hallway. Students whispered judgingly but she was oblivious to it, she knew she was the prettiest and better than them all, she thought she was superior. Reaching the classroom, she strolled to her seat although she was already late. In her mind, she was thinking," Everyone in class admires me so much! Even the teacher!" She thought she was the limelight everywhere. No matter who, when and where, to her, she was the star.

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Lowering her head, her dishevelled hair ran down her forehead, obstructing her view. She had an anxious and sunken expression plastered on her face as she peered over at the "most popular girl in class" in admiration. Feeling inadequate and pessimistic, she thought about how her social life would be filled with people if only she had such features and traits that her classmate had. As if a mantra had been echoing at the back of her head, it was as if a dark storm had washed over her head, telling her how she is not good enough in society. As another tear rolled down her cheek and dampened her grubby school collar, she could feel many pairs of eyes glued onto her, accompanied with guffaws of laughter. Feeling like she was being judged and discriminated, her heart sank deeper than the Titanic as an aura of inferiority surrounded her.

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The rowdy chatter of the students seemingly died down as Johnny stalked into the cafeteria. He glanced around with a menacing look on his face, looking for his next victim to hand their lunch money to him. Johnny loved to see others tremble in fear of him. They hated him. The students all thought of him as a cold, heartless oppressor who takes advantage of the meek without a second thought. At that moment, a skinny young boy with spectacle frames caught his attention. Johnny's eyes lit up in glee...

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as she took a seat, she continued to keep her head down and stared at her feet, avoiding eye contact and pressing her hand against her mask to keep her mask on no matter the weather or situation. as she glanced around furtively, she had the mindset that when people stared at her, they were judging her, which brought her insecurities out even more. she wore baggy clothes as she was ashamed of her body figure. whenever called to answer a questions she remains quiet as she lacked confidence and feared that others making fun of her. furthermore, she never felts like she did not deserves any reward or compliments and pushes the people who try to reward her away. whenever she makes a mistake, no matter how small, she would immediately apologize profusely and frequently blames herself for any mishaps that happen around her. she also tries her best to please others and agree with anyone no matter how wrong they are. she does not think much of herself but instead of others, putting them before herself. she avoids most people that she doesn't know and always think that they are talking bad behind her back even when they could be waving and smiling at her. however, even with her very few closest friends, she would make negative jokes of herself just to please them and make them laugh and be happy. when her friends go out to have fun, she refuses to go with them as she thinks of herself as a lowly [person who does not deserve anything especially fun. all in all, she thinks that she is inadequate compared to everyone else.

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He marched towards the classroom as he proudly wore his uniform which was prim and proper and neatly ironed, finishing the outfit with a bowtie on his neck. His hair was combed in a neat swift. He held his nose up high as he crossed his arm, glaring from above while eloquently pulling his chair, crossing his legs with his fingers woven. He barely bats an eye among his peers, admiring his nails as he seemed unbothered by the commotion around him. "Tsk, so noisy. Such peasants wouldn't understand how to act proper," he said with an ugly snarl, baring his yellow teeth. Bob on the other hand skipped with a spring in his steps towards him, poking his face at the peacock. The class rolled their eyes in unison at him. "Hey Liam! I was thinking for the project we could-" "Nuh uh, I already finished the project." He interrupted, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "All on my own, my way. My way, or the highway." The imaginary spotlight was always on him.

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mdm lim, the teacher of class 1a stepped into the class with a moody face. before she starts her lesson, she glance across the classroom to checked everyone attire. she caught some people with long fingernails and untuck shirt. with a sore throat, she yell at them to get out of the classroom and force them to stand outside for the rest of the lesson and even called their parents. she thought to herself" my students needs to be more discipline and responsible about their attire"

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Tom was a boy who was timid and shy. He was always lonely, and scared. When ever the teacher asked a question, he would hide his face, crossing his fingers hoping not to get called. When he ever got selected to give a speech or to answer a question, cold sweat would trickle down his cheeks, his palms would be cold and sweaty and he would tremble with fear. The pairs of eyes staring at him just made him freak out and stay silent. He would always over think . 'What if my classmates think I am not good enough?' He would ponder to himself. when someone talks to him, his lips tremble and try to mumble something . He was always hesitant and doubtful about himself. He was always shy and hesitant to express himself, often feeling like he didn't belong or fit in with others.

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Everyone stopped and admired the tall girl, Amy as she made her way to her classroom. Even though she was wearing uniform like other students, it did not stop her for being beautiful. She tied a long ponytail and wore a branded shoe that attracted all her schoolmates. he bowed gracefully at all the teachers that walked past her and they all stopped to make conversations with her. Her charisma was irresistible. Finally, she walked into her classroom and all eyes were on her. She waved at her classmates and they waved back enthusiastically. She then made her way slowly to her sit.

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Alvin was tall and muscular. His broad shoulder and intimidating presence made it clear that no one should mess with him. With lack of empathy, Alvin would use physical aggression to push and shove his victims as well as turning to verbal abuse, hurling painful insults at anyone who looks small. He thinks that his actions are justified and he has the right to control them. He takes pleasure when witnessing his victims yell in agony.

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As she strutted down the packed halls of the school, heads turned as she sashayed passed around them. It seemed as if an aura of coolness emitted from the body of jessica. As she went to her locker, many of her peers were gawking at the way she dressed. On that miniscule walk from the doors to her locker many of people walked up to her just to exchange hellos. Even just hearing her shoes clacking on the pristine floors of the school that the cleaners had thoroughly cleaned just moments before, would make one have an unprecedented desire to just be a minor acquaintance to her. It seemed as if her hair flowed with the wind something any person would beg for. Only halfway into the walk to her locker, many of the students regardless of anything would just say a simple hi.As she approached her locker, she began to get a sight of her closest friends. Even her closest friends were large in number.

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john was a burly, well built secondary 3 kid. as he walked down the school hallway, his uniform collars were always rolled up, giving an aura of superiority , like he was always above others, looking down on them. not only was he well built, he was tall, as he towered above other lower secondary prefects. the prefects were tasked to ensure students behave in an orderly fashion. however, when prefects saw him, they would cower in a corner, shaking at the sight of john. His wallet were always full of money- money he had 'borrowed' from students. the students were too afraid to defend themselves from john, everyone gave him what he wanted. As the prefects, students kept this to themselves, so the teachers were unable to take action against him. His school homework results were always extraordinary ,although he never pays attention in class...
''HEY JAMES!...'' i heard john holler my name, as he slowy advanced to me, with his two henchmen beside him.

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Jimmy strolled in the schooled with a swag, smirking at his inferior classmates. He carelessly threw his branded Gucci bag on his new mahogany desk. Every time he took something out of his bag he glanced at his classmates, laughing at they puny plastic pens and mud-stained shoes. He took a car to school of course. "This scum don't have trophies and popularity what insignificant people! They shouldn't exist in my world!"
He muttered to himself, laughing at them openly. All of the sudden, a classmate tripped and hit him. He jumped away as if stung and screamed " Know you place you scum!"

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Mrs Tan strolled into the art room, her high-heeled shoes clicking loudly, signalling impending doom. It was like the atmosphere had changed from a warm, noisy environment to a cold, icy wasteland. All the students, even the brave pranksters, scurried back to their seats like timid mice. A gust of freezing wind blasted into the room as Mrs Tan practically threw open the door. The moment she sat down on the comfortable, leather chair, she shot a death glare at some nearby students talking among themselves, causing them to shut up almost immediately. She then burst into a rant of angry shouts the moment a student said that she had lost her paintbrush. "WHY? WHY? WHY MUST YOU LOSE IT NOW?! OF ALL TIMES, NOW?! THE ART EXAMS ARE UPCOMING, AND WE HAVE LESS THAN A WEEK TO REVISE! DO YOU WANT TO FAIL YOUR EXAMS? HUH?! ANSWER ME!" As Mrs Tan yelled, little white specks of saliva flew out and landed on the floor. The student was on the verge of tears as she said in a soft voice 'I'm sorry..." "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!" Mrs Tan screamed in her face, rudely interrupting her. "GET BACK TO YOUR SEAT!!!" The student sank back into her seat as everyone watched in silence. Everyone knew that today's lesson would be a hellish one.

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