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 was walking down the hallway to my locker when I felt everyone's eyes on me.
I mean, I had been getting a lot of attention since I walked through those doors this morning.
It wasn't every day that a guy transferred to an allgirls school.
I was kind of used to it, though.
I had been getting the same kind of attention on my way to the school this morning, just as I was walking down the street.
Some girls had even followed me and were still behind me, watching my every move.
I finally reached my locker and opened it, taking out the books that I needed for my next class.
I felt someone behind me and turned around to see a girl with long black hair in a ponytail.
I expected another curious onlooker, but instead, a guy with spiky blonde hair stepped into view.
He was wearing the school's uniform, which was a pleated skirt and knee-high socks.
"Oh hi, I'm Craig," he said with a casual wave.
The girls behind me gasped in shock.
I couldn't believe it either.
I wasn't the only boy here after all.
He was tall and lean, and he had a mischievous grin on his face.
He leaned against the lockers, looking like he owned the place.
I could hear whispers and murmurs from the students around us, but I ignored them.
I was too busy staring at him in disbelief.
He was wearing makeup and looked like he had just come from a salon.
He didn't seem to care about what anyone else thought of him, though.
He just kept smiling and leaning against the lockers.
I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by him.
He seemed so confident and self-assured.
I felt like a nervous wreck compared to him.
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, feeling awkward and out of place.
The crowd around us was growing, and I could feel their eyes on us.
I looked at him, trying to think of something to say.
He was still smiling at me, and I could tell he was enjoying the commotion he was causing.
"Hi, I'm Ethan," I managed to say.
I held out my hand for a handshake, feeling like a total idiot.
He raised an eyebrow at me, clearly amused by my awkwardness.
But he took my hand anyway, his grip firm and decorated with rings that were cold against my palm.
The whispers around us grew louder, and I could hear excited conversations about "the two boys."