MasukARIA The bell rang, sharp and insistent, slicing through the lingering tension of the class. The sound didn’t just signal the end of the lesson—it punctured the heaviness that had been pressing down on me for the past hour. I swallowed, trying to steady the fluttering in my chest, but it felt like my ribs were holding a storm that refused to quiet itself. My question lingered in my mind, unanswered, like a loose thread I couldn’t quite grasp. When someone eyes glows or they are remarkably fast, does it mean they are supernatural? I had tried to answer it, really. I had searched my mind for a simple neat response, gone to Mr Thorne for help, but nothing fit. And that frustration had festered, twisting into a quiet, burning irritation I didn’t know how to release. I thought I could leave it behind, but the weight of that unspoken answer clung to me, stubborn and cold. “Ma’am?” I had whispered once before, my voice small and uncertain, but the scraping of chairs and tabl
ARIAAs Miss Morrigan continued writing on the board, a shiver ran down my spine—not from the chill of the air conditioning, but from something heavier, something that seemed to press down on my chest. The room felt smaller, almost suffocating, as though it were holding its breath in anticipation of what was about to happen. I could hear my own heart beating, a sharp, erratic rhythm in the quiet hum of fluorescent lights.She turned toward us, chalk still clutched delicately between her fingers, eyes calm yet razor-sharp. Her gaze swept across the room slowly, methodically, as if reading each of us, weighing our thoughts before she even asked a question.“So,” she said, her voice low but carrying clearly, “what comes to mind when you hear the word… supernatural?”The question hit like ice water, freezing a few of the students in place. I could feel Cassie’s hand shoot up almost instinctively, her expression eager and calculated, her silver earrings glinting as if mocking anyone who da
ARIA“I’ll leave you to it,” Principal Lockhart said, her polished heels clicking toward the door. “Enjoy your class of discovering possibilities.”Her voice carried that confident, administrative tone that filled every corner of the room — polished, distant, practiced. It was the kind of voice that commanded attention without trying, like she’d said those same words a hundred times before.When the door closed behind her, the echo of her heels lingered for a moment before fading into silence. The stillness that followed felt heavy, as though she’d taken with her the last trace of warmth from the air.Discovering possibilities.The phrase floated above us like a promise wrapped in warning. It didn’t sound like a beginning. It sounded like the start of something we weren’t ready for.For a few seconds, no one moved. You could hear the faint, uneven rhythm of breathing — the sound of a class collectively unsure of what came next. Then, Miss Morrigan turned. Slowly. Her movements were fl
ARIA I pushed the classroom door open, deliberately ignoring the curious glances that followed me. Heads turned, whispers started—but I didn’t care. I had faced enough humiliation for one day. I didn’t want anyone near me, especially Jenna. She had caused all of this and hadn’t done a thing back in the hallway or defended me, admitting she posted the photo and I wasn’t about to forgive that. I slung my bag over my shoulder and slid into a seat in the far corner, the one closest to the window, farthest from everyone else. Away from whispers and judgement.I let my back sink into the chair, hoping it would somehow shield me, even if only physically, from the stares and the whispers. The classroom seemed too bright. The murmurs of other students scraped against my nerves like sandpaper. I pressed my palms against my face, letting the sting of humiliation and anger churn together in my chest, a bitter taste at the back of my throat.I didn’t want to talk to anyone. Especially Jenn
ARIA “I said enough.” Adrian’s voice cut through the hallway, low, sharp, and firm. The sound seemed to echo off the walls, carrying a weight that made my chest tighten. Cassie froze mid-step. Her perfectly glossed lips parted as she blinked at him, eyes narrowing, sharp and calculating. Every strand of her glossy hair caught the fluorescent lights, her silver earrings glinting as if mocking the tension now stretching between us. She opened her mouth to respond, but a flicker of uncertainty crossed her face—a split second that made my stomach twist. “Can’t you see?” she spat, voice dripping with irritation. “She’s posting pictures over social media, claiming you’re a couple. Don’t you get how desperate she is?” My heart thudded painfully against my ribs. The hallway seemed to shrink around me. Every whisper, every giggle, every click of a phone screen felt amplified, bouncing against the walls, making the space feel smaller, tighter, suffocating. I gripped my backpack strap so hard
ARIA I unlocked my phone with trembling fingers, my thumb hovering over the screen. A dull sense of unease pressed at my chest, and I tried to shake it off. But the moment I opened F******k, my stomach dropped. New Couple Alert 💕 — Aria & Adrian! Who would have thought the weirdo has eyes for the famous basketballer? 😍🔥 My chest seized. The words blurred before my eyes, my hands shaking violently as I held the phone. I couldn’t breathe. My stomach twisted sharp and cold, as though someone had plunged a knife straight through it. Adrian? Adrian? What—what was this? I swiped down slowly, my thumb trembling with fear and disbelief. There it was: a photo from today’s tutorial session. My face—beaming with smiles, completely unguarded beside Adrian. And him… calm, relaxed, almost happy. The caption turned it into something cruel. I was just trying to reach him. Hundreds of comments flooded in, mocking and cruel. “Didn’t think she had a chance 😂” “Aria? Really? Adrian has a girl







