The first day of school was supposed to feel ordinary—hallways crowded with chatter, lockers slamming, and the faint smell of polished floors. But from the moment I stepped through the gates, I felt it—something… different.

The air seemed heavier, almost watching me. Shadows clung to corners that should have been empty. Whispers floated just out of reach, carrying words I couldn’t understand, yet somehow made my skin crawl.

I gripped my bag tighter and tried to tell myself it was just first-day nerves. But then I saw her—no, him—standing by the edge of the courtyard. Someone who didn’t belong… and yet, their eyes met mine with a recognition I couldn’t explain.

That single glance was enough to make the day shift. Something was waiting here this year, something I couldn’t name. And deep down, I knew my life was about to change.

My name is Althea Laurent,18 years old, just a poor girl working part time jobs to make money for my tuition and for my grandma's medicine

I am the beauty, I have an innocent face yet sexy body, have a smooth white skin, I am the top student and president of the council

It's my first day of school so I woke up at 4:00 am to cook and bath

I checked my grandma if she's still asleep...

/* I knocked on the door...

Althea's POV: When I open the door,I saw her sleeping peacefully then I smiled, watching my grandma living peacefully makes me feel better

Then I close the door, I walked through the kitchen to cook then after that I go straight to take a bath...

When I take off my clothes I felt a slight sting on my neck and a warmth spreading across my skin. When i glanced in the mirror, a faint purplish mark stared back at me—proof of last night’s closeness. A small, secret reminder that would be hard to hide under my school uniform.

I started to take a bath... The water hit my skin like tiny whispers of warning. Every drop felt like it carried the weight of the day ahead—the crowded hallways, new faces, and the secret I couldn’t let anyone see.

After I take a bath I prepared myself to go to school then I walked through my grandma's room to wake her up,to eat breakfast and take her medicine

She woke up and smile when she sees me

Every morning, without fail, she would kneel by her bed, hands clasped tightly, whispering prayers that floated softly through the room. I would watch her from the doorway, pretending to be lost in the steam of my shower or the sunlight spilling across the floor. But deep down, guilt gnawed at me. Every word she murmured, every plea she made for my safety and for our small family, reminded me of the secrets I carried—choices I had made to survive, sacrifices I kept hidden. And as her voice rose and fell, steady and unwavering, I couldn’t help but feel unworthy of her love.

When she's done...

When we're done eating I stand up and take our dishes to wash... When I'm done I come closer to her and help her to take her meds...

I raised my hand and gently touched my grandmother’s hand to my forehead, as was tradition—a silent act of respect and love, a reminder of the family I was trying to protect.

I take a bus to go to school...

When I finally stepped through the school gates, the world suddenly felt bigger than I imagined. Students laughed in clusters, their uniforms crisp and perfectly neat, their hair styled effortlessly, their bags carrying more than just books—they carried confidence. I glanced down at myself, the worn shoes, the slightly oversized bag, and the threadbare uniform, and couldn’t help but feel out of place.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him. Leaning casually against a wall, his gaze seemed to find mine before I even realized I was looking. There was something about the way he stood—calm, almost detached—but his eyes… they were sharp, piercing, and made my heartbeat skip. I quickly looked away, cheeks burning, but the strange pull didn’t fade.

For a moment, the noise of the crowd dimmed. I felt exposed, small, and painfully aware of everything I lacked—but also inexplicably curious about the mysterious boy who had noticed me in a way no one else had.

I hurried down the hallway, clutching my bag a little tighter. Lockers slammed and laughter echoed around me, but my mind kept drifting back to him. How could someone stand so still in the chaos of the first day and somehow command attention without trying?