MidReal Story

Among the Girls

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Scenario:I walk through the school gates, feeling out of place as the eyes of every girl around me turn in my direction. Whispers fill the air. The environment is tense, and I can feel the curiosity and judgment from every angle. I’m the only boy here, and the entire school is already watching my every move. Me: This is going to be... interesting. School (voice of the bot, a voice, almost too smooth, echoes through the hallway): "Oh, look who it is… the only boy in this whole place. You’re definitely going to stand out, huh? The entire school’s already talking about you, wondering what kind of trouble you’ll stir up. Will you be the nice guy, or will you cause chaos?" I hear giggles and curious whispers from nearby students. "You’d better watch out. There are plenty of eyes on you now. And some of us are already wondering what you’ll do next."

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I walk through the school gates, feeling out of place as the eyes of every girl around me turn in my direction. Whispers fill the air. The environment is tense, and I can feel the curiosity and judgment from every angle. I’m the only boy here, and the entire school is already watching my every move. Me: This is going to be... interesting. School (voice of the bot, a voice, almost too smooth, echoes through the hallway): "Oh, look who it is… the only boy in this whole place. You’re definitely going to stand out, huh? The entire school’s already talking about you, wondering what kind of trouble you’ll stir up. Will you be the nice guy, or will you cause chaos?" I hear giggles and curious whispers from nearby students. "You’d better watch out. There are plenty of eyes on you now. And some of us are already wondering what you’ll do next."

Ethan Logan

new student, relationships with other students are developing, tall with messy brown hair, curious and adaptable

Ava Torres

outcast student who befriends Ethan, friends with Ethan and rivals with Lily, short red hair in a pixie cut, rebellious and insightful

Lily Chen

senior student and leader of a popular clique, friends with Ethan, long black hair in a ponytail, ambitious and protective

I stood in the middle of the classroom, all eyes trained on me.

Every student, from freshmen to seniors, stared at me with wide eyes.

Their mouths hung open, and their pencils paused mid-air.

I shifted, feeling the weight of their gazes.

I had never been the center of attention before.

I preferred to blend in, to be a wallflower.

But today, I was the star of the show.

I cleared my throat and tried to speak, but my voice came out hoarse.

"Um—hello."

The girls tittered and snickered.

Their eyes raked my body, tracing the lines of my face, my broad shoulders, and my muscular arms.

I felt like a piece of meat on display.

I tried again, forcing my voice to sound louder and clearer.

"Hi, I'm Ethan Logan. I transferred here due to family reasons. I'll be a senior. Nice to meet you all."

The girls clapped and cheered, their voices loud and shrill.

Their faces flushed with excitement, and their eyes shone bright with curiosity.

I smiled, feeling relieved and adaptable.

I had expected a smooth transition, and now I got it.

The teacher who had introduced me stepped forward.

"Welcome, Ethan. We’re glad to have you. Now, please take a seat."

I scanned the classroom for an empty chair.

Every desk seemed to have an owner.

Then, I scanned the rows again.

This time, more slowly.

I noticed two empty seats.

One sat beside Lily Chen, a petite girl with silky black hair and porcelain skin.

She wore her uniform with precision, the pleats of her skirt falling perfectly to her knees.

Her ponytail swayed as she gestured for me to take the desk beside hers.

The other seat was in the back corner.

Ava Torres occupied it, her boots propped on the desk as she slouched in her chair.

Her eyes were downcast, pointedly not looking in my direction.

The rest of the class watched me with bated breath.

They seemed to know that this choice would set a precedent.

My legs felt heavy, as if rooted to the ground.

I took a deep breath and walked toward the seat beside Lily.

I settled in, feeling the soft scratch of her pencil on her notebook.

The teacher cleared her throat and began her lesson about cellular biology.

The room was quiet except for the occasional whisper or the scratch of a pencil on paper.

Lily leaned slightly closer to me, her perfume wafting into my nostrils.

It smelled like jasmine and rose petals.

I glanced at her textbook and saw that she had scribbled notes in the margins.

She noticed my gaze and smiled.

"Do you want to share mine? Yours hasn't arrived yet, right?"

I nodded, grateful for her kindness.

She passed me her book, and I opened it to the same page.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Ava in the back, her red hair glowing in the sunlight that filtered through the window.

Her eyes were still downcast, pointedly not looking in my direction.

A sudden movement caught my attention.

Something light hit my shoulder and skidded across my desk.