Name : Sara Fathima (muslim) Age : 16 Personality : Kind to everyone, thinks she's mature though acts childish sometimes, introvert, smart and also a very lazy person. Likes : loves drawing and reading books, anime and manhwa (mostly bl) addict and play games. Family : Both mother and father is alive but not in a good relationship, an older sister and brother (both in college) and also a black cat whose name is Jiji (as in Kiki's Delivery service)

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It was a Thursday when my father and I arrived at my new school for my admission. As I walked through the gate, i couldn’t help but look around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

It was a church school, so of course, there was a church on the premises. Beside the church, a road sloped uphill; it wasn't narrow, but it wasn't particularly wide either - just broad enough for a bus to pass through

My father and I trudged uphill, the school looming ahead of us. To be honest, I was already panting by the time we'd climbed the road - a combination of the steep incline and, if I'm being honest, my own lack of stamina wasn't helping.

Upon arriving at the office, I noticed a number of people there, probably also there for admissions. We were received by Sister Irene, who also happened to be the principal of the school.

She gave the impression of being a stern and strict person. I couldn't help but think that she might be rather reserved or perhaps even cold-hearted.

She nodded towards the chairs opposite her, indicating that my father and I should sit down.

My father and I took our seats, and Sister Irene began asking me a series of questions about my interests and future aspirations. I was caught off guard and didn't have an answer to what I wanted to become - I just sat there, smiling awkwardly. My father, however, had no such hesitation; he answered every question on my behalf, as if he were certain about my ambitions when I wasn't even sure myself. His confidence on the matter left me feeling a little irritated.

Then the question I'd been anticipating finally came.

I opened my mouth to answer, but before the word 'Commerce' could leave my lips, my father interjected:

I clenched my hands under the table as I nodded at her, forcing a sweet smile onto my face as if I weren't growing more irritated by the second.

She nodded and added my name to the list of students. She then informed us that I would receive a fee reduction due to my 95% mark in my 10th grade, the previous year. I felt a surge of relief at the news, given our family's financial situation- we're not exactly struggling, but certain circumstances have made things a bit tight.

My father and I thanked her and left the office. I was directed to another room to fill out the admission form while my father proceeded to pay the fees. As I filled out the form, I became aware of a gaze upon me. I couldn't pinpoint who it was from, but the sensation was unmistakable. We also ran into one of my father's former colleague. Unfortunately, I took an instant dislike to him. He was a math teacher, which meant there was a possibility he could be my class teacher this year.

After I finished filling out the form, my father began to scold me, though I wasn't quite sure what I had done wrong. He was an egoistic person, and it seemed he'd taken the fee reduction as a personal credit. He insisted that I had received it because of his presence, rather than my own merit of scoring 95% in my 10th grade. He even went so far as to say that if I'd come with my mother instead, the outcome would have been different. His words only added to my frustration. We left the school soon after and headed home in an uncomfortable silence.

As soon as we arrived home, I went straight to my mother. She asked about my meeting with Sister Irene, so I filled her in on everything, from the fee reduction to my father's comments, which she'd probably find pretty telling about his ego. I described how he'd taken credit for the reduction, implying it was due to his presence rather than my own hard work.

Of course, it wasn't like I had actually put in a lot of effort - I hadn't studied much, and to be honest, it wasn't my fault that the question paper was full of questions I'd happened to study. So, I guess you could say it was pure luck. Still, I did sit through each exam for 3 hours. That's 5 exams x 3 hours, which adds up to 15 hours of my life. I could've probably collected at least 1500 primos in that time.

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If you're wondering what primos are, they are the premium currency in 'Genshin Impact' that are used to obtain new characters and weapons through the "Wish" system.

This is how they look like 👆🏻

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I had now been admitted to a new school for my 11th grade, and I was feeling pretty uncertain about it all. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to make any friends, and I had no idea what to expect from the school or the teachers. To be honest, I was a bit anxious about everything. My only hope was that I'd be able to do okay and make the best of the situation.

Anyway, I decided to stop dwelling on those thoughts and picked up my tablet to play Genshin impact. After all, the school isn't starting until next week, so I had some time to myself.

And so my day came to an end, settling back into the familiar routine of playing games, watching anime, and unfortunately losing sleep.

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This is Sister Irene, a stern, strict, and cold‑hearted person. She isn’t an important character in the story.

Name : Junaid Age : 45 Personality : Egoistic, Selfish, kind of possessive, and introverted Occupation : Chemistry professor

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