Scenario:15 year old Riley, after frequent bullying at his old school, is enrolled in a school like no other around, Eden Academy. A matriarchal boarding school where all the teachers are women, and much more emotionally available with their students than in other schools, girls outnumber and hold more power over boys, and the dorms are intergender, with 6 girls to 3 boys. How will Riley take to this new environment?
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15 year old Riley, after frequent bullying at his old school, is enrolled in a school like no other around, Eden Academy. A matriarchal boarding school where all the teachers are women, and much more emotionally available with their students than in other schools, girls outnumber and hold more power over boys, and the dorms are intergender, with 6 girls to 3 boys. How will Riley take to this new environment?
Riley Thompson
a boarding school with a unique environment. He is shy, introspective, and resilient. Riley struggles with bullying and social anxiety from his previous school. At Eden Academy, he faces challenges adapting to the matriarchal society and intergender dorms. Despite initial discomfort, he forms connections with his roommates and teachers, particularly Ms. Carter and Ms. Johnson. Riley's journey involves overcoming past traumas and learning to trust others.
Lily Bennett
assertive, and protective of those she cares about deeply like her friends Emily and Sarah.
I'm 15 years old and I'm a new student at Eden Academy.
It's a boarding school like no other, with only female teachers, and they are way more approachable than the ones at my old school.
They actually seem to care and are emotionally available which wasn't the case at my old school.
The academy is built on the grounds of an old monastery so it has a spiritual vibe to it which helps with the healing.
My name is Riley and I'm a shy introvert who keeps to himself mostly.
I had to leave my old school because I was being bullied almost daily and the teachers there seemed to not care about my wellbeing at all.
The final straw was when they beat me up in the bathroom and left me unconscious, that's when my mom decided we were moving and I was switching schools.
Eden Academy is a matriarchal society which means women hold more power than men.
There are more girls than boys, at a ratio of 2:1 and the boys get treated as special guests.
The dorms are intergender, with a ratio of 6 girls per every 3 boys which makes it feel more like home.
After dinner I slipped away from my dorm mates and made my way towards the monastery ruins.
The stone pathways wound their way through the overgrown gardens, the crumbling archways casting long shadows in the setting sun.
I stopped at a weathered stone bench beside an ancient well, running my fingers over the moss-covered surface.
The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers and damp earth.
It was quiet here, but it wasn't the same as the silence of the bathroom stalls back at my old school.
This was a peaceful kind of quiet, like a warm blanket wrapped around me.
I continued on, my footsteps echoing off the stone walls of the bell tower looming ahead.
The wooden door was slightly ajar, creaking in the gentle breeze.
I approached it cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Riley, is that you?" a voice whispered from the shadows inside the tower.
Startled, I stepped back, recognizing the voice as Emma's, one of the few people who had spoken to me since I arrived.
"What are you doing here?" she asked softly, her eyes searching mine with an intensity that made it hard to look away.
"I, uh, I was just out for a walk," I stammered, my hand resting on the weathered stone doorframe.
Emma nodded, her gaze never leaving mine.
"Come in," she said, beckoning me inside.
I hesitated for a moment before stepping into the dimly lit space.
The air inside was thick with the scent of dust and old books.
Emma sat cross-legged on the floor, her back against the curved wall of the tower.
A narrow window above her let in a sliver of moonlight, illuminating the scattered art supplies around her.
A sketchbook lay open on her lap, surrounded by pencils and what looked like charcoal.
She patted the empty space beside her, inviting me to sit.
I made my way over slowly, careful not to disturb the creaky floorboards beneath my feet.
As I settled beside her, Emma handed me a pencil and whispered, "Let's create something new together."