Freya was not the kind of girl who enjoyed meeting new people, nor did she like moving to a new environment — especially when things hadn't worked out in her last one.
It always made her feel small, invisible in social gatherings, like an unwilling introvert stuck on the sidelines.
She'd always struggled with people. Making friends was never easy for her, and over time, she stopped trying. All that mattered to her was peace of mind, her own quiet corner in a world that felt too loud.
Now, standing in front of the school's administrative office, she took a deep breath before pushing the door open to get her class schedule.
The office was large and tastefully decorated, much better than anything she'd seen in her old school.
A woman sat behind a wide desk, busily going through some documents. To the right, two towering shelves overflowed with books, and on top of them, two massive trophies gleamed under the soft lighting.
Freya couldn't help but admire how they shimmered in all their polished glory.
On the other side of the room was a door that likely led to another office or storage space, with a plush-looking couch positioned beside it. A wall shelf above it displayed eight more trophies, each engraved and meticulously polished. The color scheme of the office was warm and inviting, a mix of soft creams and rich purples that complimented each other perfectly.
Much better than my former school, Freya thought with a small, reluctant smile.
She knocked gently on the open door.
"Come in," a voice called.
The woman behind the desk looked up and gestured for her to take a seat. She appeared to be in her late thirties or early forties, with neatly trimmed dirty blonde hair tied up in a sleek bun. She wore a crisp white shirt beneath a black blazer, though Freya couldn't see the rest of her outfit behind the desk.
"So… you must be Miss Freya?" the woman asked with a polite smile.
Freya nodded. "Yes."
The woman picked up a folder, adjusted her glasses, and scanned the documents before glancing back at her.
"Freya Ayla Drevan," she repeated, this time with a slight pause, her expression flickering between curiosity and something Freya couldn't quite place — surprise, maybe, or recognition?
The woman quickly masked it, reaching for a file on her desk and handing it over.
"Here's your schedule," she said warmly. "And do stop by after your classes today to collect your school uniform. We require all our students to wear official attire here."
Freya gave a small smile. "Thank you. I will."
With that, she left the office, clutching the file a little too tightly in her hands as she made her way down the hall. The building felt huge, the walls lined with portraits and award plaques. Freya's stomach twisted in knots — she hated this part of new schools: the aimless wandering, the curious stares, the overwhelming fear of bumping into someone and making a fool of herself.
And just as expected — she did.
Too lost in thought, she accidentally collided with someone while rounding a corner.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry — I didn't mean to—" she started, flustered.
"It's quite alright. It's my fault too for not paying attention," a calm voice replied.
Freya looked up and blinked in surprise. The girl before her was easily over six feet tall, somewhere around 6'3 or 6'4, and she was stunning. Hazel eyes framed by long dark lashes, smooth caramel-toned skin, and perfectly styled dark brown hair that fell in soft waves past her shoulders.
She wore the school's uniform — lavender slacks, a white inner shirt, and a fitted purple blazer with a black tie and the school symbol on the right upper side of her blazer paired with sleek black shoes.
Freya couldn't remember ever seeing a girl that tall in person.
No, I'm not gay, she reminded herself, though even she had to admit the girl was drop-dead gorgeous.
The tall girl smiled, arching a perfectly shaped brow. "I'm Genevra," she introduced herself. "You must be new here, right?"
Freya nodded. "Yeah… I'm Freya. Just trying to find my first class, actually."
Genevra glanced down at the paper in Freya's hand and chuckled. "Looks like you've got self control and discipline as your first period."
Freya's pov
I haven't even gone through my schedules too caught up in my own thoughts to even bother.
What a weird subject though.
"Yeah" I nodded and she smiled sadly.
"I wish we had the same classes together but it's down the hall just to your left," she says and bids me goodbye, "see you later."
I just awkwardly nod and mumbled a later and stood there.
I guess it's time to continue on with my journey.
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