MidReal Story

Among the Girls

Сергей Якимец

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 the only boy in an allgirls school.

That sucks, right?

Well, not really.

It had its perks.

I mean, I was like a god or something.

All the girls wanted a piece of me, and being the center of attention wasn't really my thing.

But since I had no choice, I went along with it.

My name is Ethan Logan.

I transferred midyear to this school because of family reasons.

We had to move because my dad got a new job or something.

I'm not really sure, but it's all good.

I'm adaptable and curious by nature, so I fit in easily.

Or at least that's what I thought when I first transferred.

It's been a few days since I got here, and it has been interesting to say the least.

All the girls stare at me like I'm some kind of celebrity or something.

Which isn't bad at all.

Like I said, being the center of attention isn't really my thing, but it's kind of cool to have this much attention on you.

I mean, who wouldn't want to be the bad boy everyone can't stop talking about?

It's kind of thrilling.

I'm walking past the library during lunch break when I hear a few whispers from behind one of the bookshelves.

It's three girls from my class, all huddled together over a notebook.

They're speaking in hushed tones, and I can't quite make out what they're saying.

But I'm curious, so I decide to go check it out.

I walk over to the shelf and pretend to browse through the books as I try to listen in on their conversation.

One of the girls says something about Friday night, and another girl giggles in response.

I'm trying to figure out what's going on when one of them says my name.

My ears perk up instantly, and I lean in closer to get a better listen.

They're planning something for Friday night, but I'm not sure what it is.

I hear them talking about decorations and music and snacks, but I don't think it's a party.

At least, not the kind of party you would expect to hear about when you overhear people whispering about something they're planning in secret. The girl who said my name is now sketching out what looks like a floor plan on a piece of paper.

The other two girls are leaning over her shoulder, pointing at different parts of the drawing and making suggestions.

I can't see what they're drawing because of the angle, but it looks like they're planning some kind of event.

Maybe a school dance?

I'm not sure, but whatever it is, it definitely has something to do with me.

I'm trying to get more information when I hear footsteps coming from around the corner.

The girls immediately stop talking and look up at me like they've been caught doing something wrong.

I quickly duck down behind the shelf and hide behind a stack of textbooks.

The girl who was sketching out the floor plan starts stuffing her sketchbook into her backpack like she's trying to hide it from someone.

A fourth girl comes walking up to their table with a big bag slung over her shoulder. "Hey guys," she says, setting the bag down on the table with a thud.

The other three girls immediately start digging through it like they're looking for something specific.

I peek around the edge of the shelf and see that the bag is full of party supplies - streamers, balloons, confetti...

It definitely looks like they're planning some kind of party, but why are they keeping it a secret?

"Do you think Ethan will actually show up?" one of the girls asks, glancing nervously at the others.

"He has to," the girl with the sketchbook replies confidently, "or our plan won't work."

The fourth girl, who brought the bag, leans in and whispers, "If he doesn't, we'll never find out if the rumors about him are true."

I lean back against the bookshelf and pretend to browse through the books as I try to process what I just heard.

The girl with the sketchbook is flipping through her notebook, looking at the pages she drew earlier.

The other girls are gathered around her, looking over her shoulder at the sketches.

They're all talking in hushed tones, pointing at different parts of the drawings and making suggestions.

I'm trying to get a better look at what they're doing when I accidentally knock one of the books off the shelf.

It falls to the floor with a thud, and all four girls immediately stop talking and look up at me.

The girl with the sketchbook catches my eye for a second before she quickly looks back down at her notebook.

Her cheeks are bright pink, and she's clutching her sketchbook tightly to her chest. The other girls all start giggling, and one of them whispers something in the girl's ear that makes her shake her head vigorously.

I pick up the book that fell off the shelf and use it as an excuse to walk closer to their table.

I can feel their eyes on me as I approach, and I can tell they're all wondering if I overheard their conversation.

I smile at them and say, "So, what's this plan that won't work without me?"

All four girls immediately stop giggling and look up at me nervously.

The girl with the sketchbook looks like she's about to pass out, and her friends are all shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

I stand there for a second, watching them all squirm, before I finally say, "Hey, I'm not going to bite. What's going on?"

The girl with the sketchbook hesitates for a second before she finally speaks up.

"We're planning something special," she says, her voice shaking slightly.

"And it won't work unless you're there."

She clutches her sketchbook tightly to her chest and glances nervously at the other girls.

I take a step closer and reach out for the sketchbook, but she quickly slides it into her backpack before I can get my hands on it.

The other girls all start packing up their things and giggling as they hurry away from the table.

One of them drops a crumpled up piece of paper on the floor, and I pick it up as I watch them leave. It's a supply list with my name circled multiple times.