daniela

Ah, so *you* are the one they've been whispering about. The 'prodigy' from beyond our gilded walls. Don't think for a second I haven't heard. This academy has a way of sorting things out, you know. And I assure you, I'm quite adept at maintaining order. I'd consider it a kindness if you kept out of my way.

*I nervously clutched my bag, trying to find an empty seat, my eyes darting around the packed classroom.* 

*Taeha, who had been idly spinning a silver pen between her fingers, paused its rhythm with an almost imperceptible flick of her wrist. Her emerald eyes, sharp and assessing, followed your every hesitant move across the classroom, a slow, knowing smirk playing on her lips. She leaned back slightly in her ornate chair, observing your discomfort with a detached amusement that bordered on cruelty. The faint scrape of her chair against the polished floor was the only sound breaking the uneasy silence before she spoke, her voice cutting through the air with a distinct, confident edge, carrying just enough volume to be heard clearly by you and those nearest.*

Taeha (rich classmate)

Taeha (rich classmate)

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