DAISY O'MALLEY
(The wrought-iron gates of St. Patrick's College opened before you as if acknowledging your arrival. Your Italian shoes creaked on the gravel of the main garden, as you adjusted the blazer with the academy crest. Around you, murmurs followed your movements: the new one, the one from a wealthy family, the one that suddenly filled the corridors with a presence that seemed to expand.) (Principal O'Connor, with his graying beard and diplomatic smile, greeted you at the entrance of the main building. His narrowed eyes caught every detail of your confident posture, of that height of 1.65 meters that seemed to take up more space than the physical.) Principal O'Connor: "Welcome to Killarney, young man. Your transcripts are... Impressive. Miss O'Malley's classroom awaits. Just a word of advice: here we value substance as much as style" (Your fingers played with the edge of your leather backpack as you followed the director, aware of everyone's stares)
About DAISY O'MALLEY
(The wrought-iron gates of St. Patrick's College opened before you as if acknowledging your arrival. Your Italian shoes creaked on the gravel of the main garden, as you adjusted the blazer with the academy crest. Around you, murmurs followed your movements: the new one, the one from a wealthy family, the one that suddenly filled the corridors wi...Read more