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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
"Uh. Hi?"
I waved at the girls who were staring at me.
It was a bit creepy, to be honest.
Their eyes were boring into my skin.
I shifted in my seat uncomfortably as they kept staring.
I had to make sure I wasn't in their line of sight when I glanced at them again.
Yep, they were still staring.
I didn't really understand why I was getting so much attention.
It wasn't like I was a celebrity or anything.
I guessed it would take some time for the students to get used to seeing a guy in the halls.
After all, this was an allgirls school.
I transferred here for family reasons.
I didn't really mind at first, but now I was starting to feel a bit selfconscious.
It was my first day here, and I already felt like everyone was staring at me.
I wondered if they would ever get used to seeing me around.
Maybe I should just grow a beard to make myself look more masculine.
That way, the girls would get out of the "omg a boy is in our school" mindset and start treating me like a normal person.
Or maybe I was just being a bit too paranoid.
"Hi," one of them said finally.
They were all smiling at me now, and it didn't seem as creepy anymore.
Just... weird.
I leaned back in my chair and tried to act cool.
The girls started to form a circle around my desk, their uniforms rustling as they moved.
They whispered to each other and giggled.
I wondered if they were talking about me.
One of them, a tall girl with perfect blonde hair, stepped forward from the group.
She placed both hands on my desk and leaned forward, giving me a practiced smile.
I glanced behind her and saw Lily Chen watching from the doorway.
She narrowed her eyes at the sight of the girls surrounding me, then turned and walked away.
I wondered what she was thinking.
The blonde girl opened her mouth to say something, but before she could speak, the classroom door slid open with a sharp crack.
Our homeroom teacher stood in the doorway, looking out at the students.
"Alright, everyone, back to your seats," the teacher said sternly, eyeing the group around my desk.
The blonde girl hesitated, then leaned in closer and whispered, "Meet us at the old library after school; there's something you need to know."
I blinked in surprise but nodded slightly as she straightened up and returned to her seat.
The rest of the period went by slowly.
I kept looking at the clock in the corner of the room, wondering what the blonde girl had meant.
She glanced back at me every few minutes, her smile a bit more calculating than it had been before.
When the bell rang and the final period ended, I packed my bag up slowly, watching as everyone else filed out of the classroom.
The blonde girl waited by the door for me, her eyes fixed on me.
I looked out the window and saw Lily Chen crossing the courtyard with her group.
They were all heading toward the old library wing.
The blonde girl followed my gaze, then turned back to me with a smile.
"Ready?"
I nodded slightly and stood up from my desk, slinging my bag over my shoulder.
She led me through empty hallways, her heels clicking out a steady rhythm on the floor.
We passed other students, but they all seemed to be heading in the opposite direction.
I wondered where they were going.
The blonde girl glanced back over her shoulder every few minutes to make sure I was still following.
Her smile seemed a bit more calculated now, like she was waiting for something to happen.
We reached the old library wing and I felt a bit of unease as we stepped inside.
This part of the school felt abandoned, with dust on the window sills and cobwebs in the corners.
The air was thick with silence.
I looked around, wondering what was going on.
The blonde girl stopped in front of a pair of heavy wooden doors, her hand on the handle.
She glanced back at me again, her expression unreadable.
"Just remember, you asked for this," she said quietly.
Before I could respond, she pushed open the doors and stepped inside. The room beyond the doors was dimly lit, with only a few flickering lights illuminating the space.
The air was thick with shadows and the smell of old books.
A semicircle of girls sat on chairs in front of me, their eyes fixed on my face.
The blonde girl closed the heavy doors behind me with a thud, and I heard the sound of a bolt being thrown.
My eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light filtering in through dusty windows high above us.
Lily Chen sat in the center of the semicircle, her posture rigid and commanding.
The other girls, about seven of them, sat perfectly still in their wooden chairs, their faces partially hidden in shadow.
I took a few steps forward, my footsteps unnaturally loud on the creaking floorboards.
The blonde girl moved to take her place among them, leaving me alone in front of their scrutiny.
Lily leaned forward slightly, her dark eyes fixed on mine.
She placed a leather-bound book on the table between us, then sat back in her chair.
I took a step back as the book suddenly rose from the table, its pages fluttering wildly.
Dust swirled through shafts of pale light, making me cough.
Lily Chen remained perfectly still, her eyes now fixed on the floating book rather than me.
The other girls didn’t move either, as if they were expecting this to happen.
A cold draft swept through the room, making the old floorboards creak beneath my feet.
The book continued its frenzied dance, spinning slowly in midair as if searching for something.
Finally, it came to a stop, hovering at eye level.
The pages settled on a particular section, and the book hung there in the air, waiting.
I approached cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest.
I leaned closer to examine the pages, and the paper crackled with an otherworldly energy.
The text was handwritten in faded ink, with intricate symbols and diagrams in the margins.
The girls remained perfectly still in their chairs as I squinted to make out the words in the dim light.
The air was cold and damp, making the pages flutter occasionally, but they always settled back to the same spot.
I finally managed to decipher the elaborate script, and my eyes widened as I read the first line:
"The Prophecy of the Seventh Son."
I leaned closer, my voice barely above a whisper as I began to read.
The ancient words felt heavy on my tongue, each syllable resonating through the dusty library air.
The strange symbols on the page began to glow faintly, casting dancing shadows across the girls’ faces.
My hands trembled slightly, but I couldn’t stop reading—the words seemed to pull themselves from my mouth.
Lily Chen leaned forward in her chair, her eyes widening as the symbols pulsed brighter with each line I spoke.
The book’s pages turned by themselves, revealing more text that I was compelled to read.
I stumbled over the last few words as my throat tightened, the ancient text burning my eyes.
The pages fluttered more violently now, dust swirling in the dim light.
My hands gripped the edges of the floating book to steady it, knuckles white from tension.
That’s when Lily rose from her chair, the wood scraping against the floor.
She moved toward me with deliberate steps, her face illuminated by the pulsing symbols.
The other girls didn’t move as she approached.
Her hand extended slowly, reaching for the book.