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Chapter 1: The Script

You know what sucks? Living life on a script. Wake up. Pretend to be fine. Study. Smile when you’re not okay. Repeat. It’s the same daily nonsense, and I’m tired of it. I tried to be the model student — you know, aim for good grades, stay out of trouble. And where did that get me? A one-way ticket to a boarding school… stuffed to the ceiling with girls. Classic. And here’s the kicker — I wasn’t even a troublemaker. Nope. Just a dumb decision made by a hopeful, naïve version of me. I actually chose to come here. Why? Well, the brochure made it sound like paradise. “Top academic rankings in the province!” “Beautiful, modern campus with the latest facilities!” “Home to the most stunning girls you’ll ever meet!” It was mouth-watering, okay? Too good to be true. And guess what? It was. Because everything has a cover page, right? Nobody tells you about the late-night study sessions that drain your soul. Or how your only food from home gets stolen while you're stuck in class. Or how some girls form cliques like mafia families and treat you like you don’t exist — or worse, like you do, but just to mess with you. I tried. I really did. Tried to make friends. Tried sports, clubs, group projects — anything to feel like I belonged. But nope. I’m still stuck here, a background character in my own story. A loner in her final year, surrounded by people but lonelier than ever. I should’ve made friends in first year — that window slammed shut a long time ago. Now? Everyone’s got their circles. Their codes. Their alliances. And I’m just… floating. And yeah, maybe I’m overthinking it, but sometimes I wonder: Am I going to be alone forever? Why can’t I connect with people like others do? The thoughts swirl in my head just as the bell rings. Finally. Study time is over. Another long, draining day — gone. Only five more days till the holidays. I can at least hold on for that long , packing my books and stepping outside the room .

Chapter 1: The Script

Chapter 1: The Script

You know what sucks? Living life on a script. Wake up. Pretend to be fine. Study. Smile when you’re not okay. Repeat. It’s the same daily nonsense, and I’m tired of it. I tried to be the model student — you know, aim for good grades, stay out of trouble. And where did that get me? A one-way ticket to a boarding school… stuffed to the ceiling with girls. Classic. And here’s the kicker — I wasn’t even a troublemaker. Nope. Just a dumb decision made by a hopeful, naïve version of me. I actually chose to come here. Why? Well, the brochure made it sound like paradise. “Top academic rankings in the province!” “Beautiful, modern campus with the latest facilities!” “Home to the most stunning girls you’ll ever meet!” It was mouth-watering, okay? Too good to be true. And guess what? It was. Because everything has a cover page, right? Nobody tells you about the late-night study sessions that drain your soul. Or how your only food from home gets stolen while you're stuck in class. Or how some girls form cliques like mafia families and treat you like you don’t exist — or worse, like you do, but just to mess with you. I tried. I really did. Tried to make friends. Tried sports, clubs, group projects — anything to feel like I belonged. But nope. I’m still stuck here, a background character in my own story. A loner in her final year, surrounded by people but lonelier than ever. I should’ve made friends in first year — that window slammed shut a long time ago. Now? Everyone’s got their circles. Their codes. Their alliances. And I’m just… floating. And yeah, maybe I’m overthinking it, but sometimes I wonder: Am I going to be alone forever? Why can’t I connect with people like others do? The thoughts swirl in my head just as the bell rings. Finally. Study time is over. Another long, draining day — gone. Only five more days till the holidays. I can at least hold on for that long , packing my books and stepping outside the room .

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