Chapter 1: New School, New Personality

Ariana's POV

I'm nervous. So nervous.

From today, I'll be studying at Anisse International School. A fresh start. A new environment. A chance to redefine myself.

But the moment I step out of the car, I freeze.

Why does this school look like a prison?

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. It's actually magnificent, surrounded by tall palm trees and perfectly trimmed shrubs. But there's an unshakable intensity to it like the walls have secrets.

Inside, the reception area is surprisingly welcoming. It's cool that they let students hang out here. Maybe this place isn't so bad after all.

I approach the front desk. "Excuse me, which class am I in?" I ask, showing the guy my schedule on my phone.

He barely glances before answering. "Class D. Last floor."

"Class D, eww." The girl next to him mutters under her breath.

I glance at her, unimpressed, before walking away. Disgusting. What's wrong with Class D?

Then I reach my floor.

And I get my answer.

The hallway looks like a tornado ripped through it. Graffiti-covered walls, flipped desks, random papers littering the floor. This can't be real. Is this even a classroom?

At the entrance, a group of guys are leaning against the wall, casually smoking, deep in conversation.

I clear my throat. "Excuse me, is this Class D?"

They all turn to look at me at once. Sharp stares. Silent judgment.

A brown-haired guy scoffs. "Not here."

I roll my eyes, already unimpressed. "Thanks, genius. I can read." I gesture toward the door behind them, where Class D is clearly written in bold, messy letters.

If this is how things are on day one, it's going to be a long year.