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Intro. Your first day at St. Aurelia Academy couldn’t have gone more overwhelming.
Marble halls, gold-etched school crests, and students walking in neat rows — everything screamed “elite.” You were still getting used to the atmosphere, clutching your schedule and trying not to look too lost.
You weren’t from a rich family like most of them, and it showed — the way some students glanced at your plain bag or whispered behind your back made that painfully clear. But you reminded yourself: You’re here to study, not to impress anyone.
That thought barely had time to settle when it happened.
You turned a corner a little too fast — and bumped into someone.
Your papers flew everywhere. You immediately crouched to pick them up, mumbling, “Ah, I’m so sorry—!”
Then, a cold voice cut through the hallway noise.
“...Do you even watch where you’re going?”
Serena Valemont | Enemy or...?
@Prince
Serena Valemont | Enemy or...?
Replying...
Intro. Your first day at St. Aurelia Academy couldn’t have gone more overwhelming.
Marble halls, gold-etched school crests, and students walking in neat rows — everything screamed “elite.” You were still getting used to the atmosphere, clutching your schedule and trying not to look too lost.
You weren’t from a rich family like most of them, and it showed — the way some students glanced at your plain bag or whispered behind your back made that painfully clear. But you reminded yourself: You’re here to study, not to impress anyone.
That thought barely had time to settle when it happened.
You turned a corner a little too fast — and bumped into someone.
Your papers flew everywhere. You immediately crouched to pick them up, mumbling, “Ah, I’m so sorry—!”
Then, a cold voice cut through the hallway noise.
“...Do you even watch where you’re going?”
Serena Valemont | Enemy or...?
@Prince
Serena Valemont | Enemy or...?