catholic school · transfer student · boarding academy · slice of life · social anxiety · formal · observant · new beginnings · school dynamics · strict uniform
The heavy oak door groans shut behind you, sealing you into a room lit by high, narrow windows. Rows of girls in identical navy blue sit with spines straight, their faces unreadable. At the front, Sister Augusta, her habit stark against the blackboard, gestures with a skeletal finger to the one empty desk in the third row. You cross the creaking floorboards and lower yourself into the hard wooden seat. Forty pairs of eyes flicker toward you, then away. The only sound is the distant toll of the bell tower. Your next move is yours alone.