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 on the stage and felt the entire auditorium watching me.
I had to fight the urge to fidget under their scrutiny.
I knew I shouldn’t be here.
My family had just moved back to the United States.
I had been in a private boys school in England until now, so I felt like a bigimidate.
I looked out over the entire student body of the allgirls school that was now staring at me.
Every single pair of eyes was locked on me, and I could feel their curiosity.
I was the only boy in the entire school, so I shouldn’t have been surprised when they all stared at me.
I looked down at my notes, remembering why I had been called up to the stage in the first place.
I gave a brief welcome to the student body, telling them a little about myself and sharing my excitement to be at the school.
When I was finished, there was polite applause, and I stepped down from the stage to find my seat.
As I made my way back to my chair, I felt every pair of eyes still watching me.
I felt like I had just walked onto a zoo exhibit, and all of the animals were watching me.
I stepped carefully between the rows of seats.
The polished floor was so shiny under the auditorium lights that it was almost impossible to see.
I tried not to look up at the students, but I could feel their eyes on me.
A few girls whispered and pointed as I passed, and I walked a little faster.
My shoe caught on something, and I stumbled forward.
I windmilled my arms to catch my balance, but my notes went flying out of my hands.
I looked down and saw a thick black cable snaking across the floor.
It was held in place by a few pieces of duct tape that were barely holding.
The tape must have come loose, causing my foot to catch on it.
As I stumbled, several girls stood up from their seats, scraping their chairs across the floor.
"Are you okay?" a girl with curly hair asked, her voice tinged with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
"You know," she said with a sly smile, "you're already the most talked-about person here, and it's only your first day."
I knelt down to collect the papers that were scattered all over the auditorium.
My face felt like it was on fire.
More whispers rippled through the room, and I heard a few snickers.
The curly-haired girl crouched down next to me, picking up the sheets with perfectly manicured nails.
She handed them to me, and I took them back from her.
"I'm Lily," she whispered as she slid the papers into a neat stack.
A sweet smell wafted over me, and I recognized it as designer perfume.
It was expensive stuff, and I knew it was way out of my budget.
Lily smelled like money, and she looked like it too.
She was wearing a crisp white blouse with a short skirt and a pair of heels.
Her curly brown hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and she had a few freckles scattered across her cheeks.
She gave me a smile that seemed genuine enough, but there was something calculating in her eyes that made me pause.
I reached out to take the papers from her hand, but my fingers shook slightly as they touched hers.
"Thanks, Lily," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"No problem," she replied, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "But you might want to watch out for Amber; she's not too thrilled about sharing the spotlight."
"Who's Amber?" I asked, feeling a knot form in my stomach.