Tessa’s POV
My heart pounds in my chest. My palms are sweating as I stand outside this massive school building.
“Moorim International School,” I read aloud, staring up at the giant letters on the sign.
I take a deep breath. Slowly exhale.
“Tessa, calm down,” I whisper to myself. “You’re here to prove you can change. No drama. Just attend this school and live a quiet life.”
I force a smile onto my face and push the nerves down.
Inside the hallway, I’m completely lost. There are students everywhere, but none of their faces look even remotely friendly.
I really need to ask someone where Class 11 is.
I spot a group of students standing in front of a classroom. They’re arm wrestling. Right there in the hallway. Kind of weird for a school that’s supposed to be top-tier, but whatever.
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