THE ASSEMBLY 2.0
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Rows of students filled the seats, organized according to their year groups.
Teachers stood along the walls, making sure everyone settled down.
Amara followed Jackson toward their assigned section.
As she walked, she could feel people looking at her.
Maybe she was imagining it.
Maybe not.
She tried to ignore them.
She sat down beside Jackson.
The noise slowly faded as the principal walked onto the stage.
Principal Williams was a tall woman in her fifties with an authoritative presence. The moment she stepped onto the stage, the entire hall became quiet.
"Good morning, students."
"Good morning, ma'am," the students replied.
"Welcome to another academic year at Westfield College."
There was polite applause.
Amara sat quietly.
She listened as the principal spoke about school rules, academic excellence, discipline, extracurricular activities, and the importance of maintaining the school's reputation.
Amara tried to pay attention.
But her mind kept returning to Audrey's words.
Why is she dressed like that?
Maybe she's the janitor's daughter.
Amara looked down at her hands.
She wished she could disappear.
She wished she could become invisible.
Then the principal said something that immediately caught her attention.
"Before we conclude today's assembly, I would like to welcome the students who have joined Westfield College through our scholarship program."
Amara's heart stopped.
She looked at Jackson.
He smiled.
"That's you."
Amara swallowed.
"I know."
"Don't worry."
"I'm not worried."
"You're worried."
"Jackson."
He laughed softly.
Principal Williams continued.
"These students were selected based on academic excellence, character, leadership potential, and financial need."
Amara's stomach twisted.
Financial need.
There it was.
The part she hated.
She knew she needed the scholarship.
She knew her family couldn't afford Westfield.
But hearing it announced publicly made her feel exposed.
"Please, when I call your name, come forward."
Amara sat up straight.
The first student was called.
A boy walked onto the stage.
He looked confident.
The principal introduced him.
Then another student.
Then another.
Amara watched as each scholarship student walked to the front.
They all looked different from her.
Not because they were better.
But because they looked like they belonged.
Their uniforms were new.
Their shoes were polished.
Their hair was neatly styled.
One girl carried an expensive-looking handbag.
Another wore a beautiful watch.
Amara looked at herself.
Her fingers tightened around her skirt.
Then she heard her name.
"Amara Williams."
For a second, she didn't move.
Jackson whispered.
"Go."
Amara stood.
She felt hundreds of eyes turn toward her.
Her heart pounded.
She walked slowly toward the stage.
One step.
Then another.
She could hear whispers.
"That's her?"
"She looks so different."
"Who is she?"
Amara tried to keep her head high.
She reached the stage.
The principal smiled at her.
"Welcome, Amara."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Please stand with the other scholarship students."
Amara moved into position.
Now they were all standing together.
The scholarship students.
The chosen students.
The students who had earned their place at Westfield College.
But somehow, Amara felt like she didn't belong among them.
She looked at the others.
They all seemed confident.
Amara stood quietly.
She could feel eyes on her.
Some students looked curious.
Others looked confused.
A few whispered to one another.
Audrey sat among the crowd.
Amara accidentally looked in her direction.
Audrey was staring at her.
Beside her, Mirabel leaned toward Chloe and whispered something.
Both girls laughed.
Amara looked away.
Principal Williams continued.
"Each of these students has demonstrated exceptional academic potential."
The audience applauded.
Amara clapped softly.
"Westfield College is proud to support talented students regardless of their financial background."
That sentence made Amara's throat tighten.
Regardless of their financial background.
She knew what that meant.
She was different.
Everyone knew it.
She had thought the scholarship would make her equal to the other students.
She had been wrong.
The scholarship had opened the door.
But it hadn't erased the difference between them.
"Please join me in welcoming them to Westfield College."
The hall filled with applause.
Amara stepped forward with the other students.
She smiled.
But it wasn't a real smile.
It was the kind of smile people wore when they didn't want others to know they were uncomfortable.
After the applause faded, the principal dismissed them.
Amara walked off the stage.
Jackson smiled when she returned.
"You did great."
Amara sat down.
"Thanks."
"See? You survived."
She smiled.
"Barely."
Jackson laughed.
The assembly eventually came to an end.
Students began leaving the hall.
Jackson and Amara walked out together.
"Where are you going?" Amara asked.
"Lockers."
"Oh."
"Your locker is next to mine."
Amara looked surprised.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"That's convenient."
"I know."
They walked through the corridor.
Amara noticed that the hallways were now much noisier.
Students were everywhere.
Some were rushing to class.
Others were standing in groups.
Amara followed Jackson.
"How long have you been here?" she asked.
"Since junior school."
"Wow."
"Yep."
"Do you like it?"
Jackson shrugged.
"Sometimes."
"Sometimes?"
"Westfield is Westfield. You get used to it."
Amara smiled.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to this place."
"You will."
"How?"
"Give it time."
They reached the lockers.
Jackson's locker was directly beside Amara's.
Amara stared at hers.
"That's actually nice."
"See? The school is already trying to make you feel welcome."
Amara laughed.
"You're funny."
"I know."
She opened her locker.
Inside were a few textbooks.
She arranged them carefully.
Jackson leaned against his locker.
"So, what do you think about the school?"
Amara looked around.
"It's beautiful."
"That's all?"
"And huge."
"Anything else?"
She thought for a moment.
"Expensive."
Jackson laughed.
"That's one way to describe it."
"I mean it."
"I know."
"I've never been anywhere like this."
Jackson looked at her.
"Where did you go to school before?"
Amara hesitated.
"A public school."
"Which one?"
She told him.
Jackson nodded.
"Was it good?"
"It was okay."
"Do you miss it?"
Amara thought about the question.
"I miss my friends."
"Do they know you're here?"
"Yes."
"What did they say?"
Amara smiled.
"They were happy for me."
"That's good."
"One of them told me not to become proud."
Jackson laughed.
"That's good advice."
"I know."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Are you going to become proud?"
Amara pretended to think.
"Maybe."
Jackson gasped.
"Already?"
She laughed.
"I'm joking."
Before Jackson could respond, they heard laughter approaching.
Amara's smile disappeared.
She knew that laughter.
Audrey.
Chloe.
Mirabel.
The three girls were walking toward them.
Amara immediately looked down.
Jackson noticed.
"Ignore them."
"I am."
The girls stopped in front of them.
Audrey crossed her arms.
"Well, well, well."
Jackson sighed.
"Not again."
Audrey ignored him.
She looked at Amara.
"So you're the scholarship girl."
Amara said nothing.
Audrey smiled.
"I asked you a question."
Jackson stepped forward.
"She doesn't have to answer you."
Audrey rolled her eyes.
"Why are you always defending her?"
"Because you're always bothering her."
"I haven't done anything."
"Really?"
"Really."
Mirabel laughed.
"Audrey, don't waste your time."
Audrey looked at her.
"You're right."
Then she turned to Amara.
"So, Amara."
Amara looked at her.
"What?"
Audrey smiled.
"Who exactly are you?"
Amara frowned.
"You already know my name."
"That's not what I mean."
"Then what do you mean?"
Audrey's smile widened.
"What are you doing here?"
Amara stared at her.
"Studying."
Chloe laughed.
"Obviously."
Audrey looked amused.
"You're funny."
"Thank you."
"I wasn't complimenting you."
Amara closed her locker.
Audrey glanced at her clothes again.
"Did you really come to Westfield dressed like that?"
Amara looked down at her ragged, worn clothes.
"My clothes?"
"Yes."
"It's what I wear."
Chloe laughed.
"She doesn't understand."
Mirabel added, "I think she means why does it look so old?"
Amara's cheeks burned.
Jackson immediately spoke.
"Can you three leave her alone?"
Audrey turned toward him.
"Jackson, relax."
"No."
Audrey's eyes narrowed.
"Why do you care so much?"
"Because she's my friend."
"Again with the friend thing."
"Yes."
Audrey looked irritated.
Before she could say anything else, a male voice came from behind her.
"Audrey."
She turned.
Her entire expression changed.
Alex stood there with three of his friends.
Amara recognized him immediately.
He was the boy she had seen earlier.
The one who seemed to attract attention wherever he went.
Alex walked toward Audrey.
"Hey."
Audrey smiled.
"Hey."
He leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
Amara immediately looked away.
Jackson noticed.
"That's Alex," he whispered.
"I know."
"How?"
"I saw him earlier."
"Oh."
Alex looked around.
Then his eyes landed on Amara.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Who's this?"
Audrey smiled.
"That's what we've been trying to figure out."
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