The sun hung low over the bustling campus of Westbrook Academy, casting long shadows across the neatly trimmed lawns and ivy-covered buildings. The academy was one of the most prestigious schools in the state, known for its rigorous academics, sprawling extracurriculars, and the diverse student body it attracted. Children of politicians, business tycoons, scholars, and creatives walked its hallowed halls, each carrying the weight of their family name and expectations.
Anna Harper, a quiet yet determined girl, walked to her locker with her head slightly bowed. Her long brown hair framed her sharp features, and her piercing green eyes flickered with unspoken thoughts. She wasn’t a legacy student, nor did she come from an influential family. Her father, Peter Harper, was a history professor at a local college, while her mother, Ellen, ran a quaint bookstore in town. Their modest income barely covered the tuition, and Anna only attended Westbrook thanks to a merit scholarship.
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