Chapter #9new life ahead by: ro34   Samatha stood in front of the full-length mirror, taking in the reflection of the girl she had become overnight. Long, wavy hair framed a delicate face; her blue eyes, once filled with defiance as a boy, now sparkled with a mixture of anxiety and wonder. “So this is Samantha,” she murmured, twirling a loose strand of hair between her fingers. The light fabric of her blouse felt foreign against her skin, and the skirt swayed awkwardly around her thighs.
As she pondered her new life, Samatha felt an uneasy flutter in her stomach. The thought of starting at Crescent Hill Academy—a place known for its strict discipline and relentless pursuit of respect—was daunting enough, but doing so in a body that wasn’t her own made it exponentially worse.
Mr. Sin, the headmaster, had prepared everything: she had fake identification papers smoothed out and ready in her bag, complete with a new name and backstory that was sure to raise eyebrows. The frightening part was knowing that if she slipped even slightly from her assigned persona, the consequences would not only reflect on her but also on her father, who had arranged this whole charade to reshape her misbehavior.
“Remember, Samantha,” her father had said before they had left for this new school, “You are starting with a blank slate. They have zero tolerance for troublemakers. Fit in, and you won’t regret it. But cross them, and I won’t be there to help you.”
To say she felt the weight of those words would be an understatement. Samatha took in a deep breath and smoothed the front of her blouse once more, willing herself to be confident. “Let’s do this,” she thought, her voice steadying as she stepped out of her new room—the small quarters provided for new students.
The lively chatter of the students echoed through the hall as she made her way to her first class. The walls were plastered with motivational posters—“Discipline Equals Freedom,” “Respect Yourself, Respect Others”—that felt oddly hypocritical in their rigidity. Samatha stopped just outside the doorway, gathering her nerves as she watched her new classmates.
“Hey, new girl!” A voice called out, snapping her back to reality. A blonde girl with a bright smile and sparkling green eyes approached. “You must be Samantha! I’m Lily, your classmate. There’s no need to be shy!”
Lily’s approach was warm and welcoming, but Samatha could sense the trepidation lying just beneath the surface. She nodded, trying to mimic an easygoing smile. “Uh, yeah, nice to meet you.”
“Come on, let me show you around a bit before class starts,” Lily offered, grabbing Samatha by the wrist and pulling her into the bustling classroom.
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