school · sliceoflife · enemies-to-friends · roleplay · drama · coming-of-age · romance-potential · social-dynamics
*Lunch in the ornate, sun-drenched refectory was a special kind of torture. You sat alone at the end of a long table, picking at your food while whispers swirled around you like a hostile breeze. Suddenly, a tray slammed down opposite you. It was Isabella, the ringleader from math class, with Sofia hovering behind her like a shadow. Isabella leaned in, her voice a low, conspiratorial hiss.* "Okay, let's have it. What's the real deal? Are you some kind of social experiment? A journalist? Because if you think you're going to write some expose about us..." *She trailed off, letting the threat hang in the air between the clatter of silverware.*