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MidReal Story
Among the Girls
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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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 was in class when I heard the news.
I had just transferred here, so I didn’t know much about the school.
But one thing was for sure: being the only guy in an allgirls school made me immediate news.
The girls were trying to be subtle, whispering and pointing, but I could practically feel their eyes boring into my back.
"Um, Logan," my teacher said.
"You can take your seat now."
I looked at her and almost laughed.
She was trying not to stare at me, but I caught her sneaking a glance at my package when she thought I wasn’t looking.
I shrugged and took my seat.
As I walked past the rows of desks, I felt like a celebrity—everybody was staring at me, and I was the center of attention.
One person caught my eye though.
She was sitting at the back of the classroom, and while everybody else was staring at me, she was the only person who seemed to not care.
I slid into the empty desk and my backpack thudded against the floor.
The whispers were like a swarm of insects, annoying but not really bothersome.
Some girls were leaning in close to each other’s ears, whispering furiously, while others were typing away on their phones.
I pulled out my notebook and pretended to be interested in the blank pages.
A crumpled up note landed on my desk and I unfolded it carefully.
It was a crude drawing of me, with hearts around it.
I heard giggles from behind me and I rolled my eyes.
The teacher cleared her throat and started writing on the board, but her hand was shaking slightly.
The girl at the back finally looked up, her eyes locking onto mine with a knowing smirk.
I stared at her a little longer than I should have, and when I realized it, I quickly looked away.
She raised an eyebrow at me, like she was daring me to look back.
The next few minutes were filled with more notes landing on my desk—some of them had phone numbers scribbled on them, and others had questions like "Why are you here?" or "What do you think of our school so far?"
I tried to ignore them, but they were piling up on my desk.
The teacher’s voice was just background noise at this point, and I was pretty sure she had given up on trying to teach anything new today.
I glanced at the girl again and noticed that she was sketching in her notebook.
Her hair was a bright red color, and it was tied back in a loose ponytail.
She was completely focused on what she was drawing, not even looking up when the teacher called her name. When she did finally glance up, I pretended to be interested in the lesson again.
But I could feel her eyes lingering on me for a few seconds before she looked back down.
A folded paper airplane landed perfectly on my desk.
Unlike the other notes that had been thrown my way, this one wasn’t crumpled or rumpled.
It was smooth and flat, with only a few creases in it from where it had been folded.
I unfolded it and saw that it was a detailed map.
The girl at the back of the room was watching me, her eyes fixed on my face as I studied the drawing.
It was a map of the library, with a specific bookshelf circled.
There were also some cryptic instructions scrawled on the side: "Pull the blue book."
I glanced up and saw that the girl had gone back to sketching in her notebook.
She didn’t look up at me again, but I could tell she was still watching me.
I tucked the airplane into my backpack and tried to focus on the lesson again.
But my mind kept wandering back to the map and what it could mean.
Between classes, I slipped into the library to investigate further.
I pretended to browse through some books while I followed the map.
The marked shelf was in a secluded corner, surrounded by tall stacks of dusty old books.
I ran my fingers over the spines of the books until I found one with a bright blue cover. When I pulled it, the shelf shifted slightly with a faint click sound.
Behind the shelf, a hidden door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit passageway that beckoned me forward.
I hesitated for a moment, my hand still gripping the blue book.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed behind me and I spun around to see an elderly woman in a cardigan and a neat silver bun approaching.
"Ah, you’ve found it," she said with a knowing smile.
"I’m Ms. Parker, the head librarian."
She extended her hand and I shook it firmly.
"I’ve been watching generations of students come and go through these halls. But I must say, you’re the first boy to ever set foot in this place."
She gestured toward the hidden passageway.
"That’s the Room of Refuge. It was created decades ago as a sanctuary for students who were being bullied or needed a place to escape."
I nodded, intrigued by her words.
Ms. Parker pulled out a small flashlight from her pocket and clicked it on, casting a beam of light down the passageway.
The air inside was stale and musty, but there was something inviting about it too.
The walls were lined with worn cushions and shelves that were packed tightly with books.
"Be careful in there," Ms. Parker warned.
"The passage can be a bit treacherous, and the room is small. But I have a feeling you’ll find it to your liking."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me alone with the secret room.
I stood there for a moment, listening to the sound of her footsteps fading into the distance.
The air inside the passageway was heavy with dust, and I could see particles dancing in the beam of the flashlight she had left me.
I took a tentative step forward, my shoes scuffing against the worn floor.
The passageway was narrow and cramped, forcing me to duck my head as I made my way deeper into it.
The walls were lined with thick padding, muffling any sound from the library outside.
"Ethan…"
The whisper seemed to come from somewhere ahead of me, but I couldn’t pinpoint where.
It was a feminine voice, but not one I recognized.
My heart pounded in my chest as I swept the flashlight beam across the passage.
The voice called out again, this time louder and clearer.
"Welcome to the other side."
I swung the flashlight toward the sound, and the beam fell on a figure leaning against the far bookshelf.
It was a girl, tall and slender, with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail.
She smiled at me as I approached, her eyes glinting in the dim light.
"I’ve been watching you," she said, running her finger along the dusty shelves.
"Not many people know about this place."
She stepped forward, her smile growing wider.
Her eyes were dark and mysterious, and I felt myself getting lost in their depths.
The passageway was so narrow that we were almost touching, but she didn’t seem to mind.
"I’ve been watching you too," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
She laughed, the sound echoing off the walls.
Then she turned and ducked through a concealed doorway, disappearing from view.
I followed her, the beam of the flashlight dancing across the walls as I moved.
The passageway narrowed even further, forcing me to squeeze through the opening.
The air was thick with dust and the smell of old books.
The girl’s ponytail vanished through a concealed doorway ahead of me, leaving me alone in the dim light.
I swept the flashlight beam across the walls, watching as the dust particles danced in its path.
As I approached the spot where she had disappeared, I noticed that the wooden shelf seemed slightly different from the others.
I ran my hand along its rough surface, feeling for any imperfections.
There was a slight groove in the wood, almost imperceptible.
I pressed my thumb into it, and with a soft scraping sound, a hidden panel slid open.
Beyond it lay another passage, even narrower than the first.
The smell of old books and dust grew stronger as I squeezed through the opening.
"You're persistent," the girl's voice echoed from the shadows ahead.
"I knew you'd find the way," she continued, her tone teasing yet impressed.
"But tell me, Ethan, are you ready to learn the truth about this place?"
I edged forward, the beam of the flashlight illuminating the cramped passage.
The girl with the black ponytail led me around a tight corner, her slender figure disappearing from view.
The flashlight beam caught cobwebs clinging to the ceiling and worn floorboards stretching out before me.
She stopped in front of a wooden door adorned with strange symbols carved into its surface.
Her fingers traced the markings as she spoke, "These are protection runes, placed here by the school's founders. They keep this place hidden from prying eyes."
With a creak, the door swung open, revealing a circular room.
Old photographs and dusty journals lined the walls, while scattered cushions covered the floor.
A single electric lamp cast a warm glow from the center of the room.
The girl settled onto one of the cushions, patting the space beside her.
"Come," she said, beckoning me to join her.
I hesitated for a moment, then lowered myself onto the cushion next to her.
The air was thick with the scent of old books and musty dust.
The dim light made it difficult to see her features clearly, but I could sense her watching me intently.
She leaned closer, her shoulder brushing against mine, sending a shiver down my spine.
"I'm Lily Chen," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive.
"Welcome to our little secret."
Her hand found mine in the shadows, intertwining our fingers in a gentle caress.
As I looked around the room, I noticed that the walls were adorned with old photographs and dusty journals.
I tried to focus on them, but Lily's proximity made it difficult to concentrate.
Her perfume mingled with the musty scent of the library, creating a heady mix that left me breathless.
Suddenly, she pulled my hand toward her, drawing my attention back to her face.
"There's so much more to uncover, but only if you're willing to see beyond the shadows."
I leaned closer, drawn in by her mysterious aura.
The dim light made it difficult to see her features clearly, but I could sense her watching me intently.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a worn leather journal, its pages yellowed with age.
Opening it, she revealed a collection of handwritten notes and sketches.
Dust motes danced in the lamp's glow as she flipped through the pages.
Her fingers traced over the faded handwriting, pausing at a particular entry.
"This is the diary of Sarah Chen, my grandmother," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"She attended this school in 1960."
Lily’s hand trembled slightly as she turned the brittle pages.
The journal was filled with strange occurrences and unexplained phenomena within these hidden passages.
Lily looked up, her eyes meeting mine with a fierce intensity, and said, "Are you ready to continue her story?"