𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 | ᴋᴜᴢᴜʀʏᴜ ꜰᴜʏᴜʜɪᴋᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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Hannah's first day at her new public school was a stark contrast to the elite institutions she was accustomed to. The building itself was a sprawling structure of weathered brick, its faded facade bearing the scars of years of neglect. As she walked through the corridors, she couldn't help but notice the worn linoleum floors and the dull, flickering lights overhead.

i already hate this place.

The atmosphere was chaotic, with students bustling to and from their classes, their voices echoing off the bare walls. Lockers unevenly lined the hallways, their dented metal surfaces were a testament to the 'rough and tumble' nature of public school life. Something Hannah wasn't used to.

Hannah felt a sense of unease settle in the pit of her stomach as she navigated the crowded corridors. The unfamiliar surroundings leaving her feeling disoriented and out of place.

When she finally reached her first class, her heart sank as she took in the scene before her. The room was cramped and stuffy, just as she dreaded, and the desks were arranged in haphazard rows that seemed to swallow up the only limited space she was left with. Cheap plastic posters adorned the walls, their colours faded and their edges curling with age, while the windows were covered in grime, creating a murky light over the room.

perfect. fucking perfect.

Hannah's nose wrinkled in disgust as she made her way to the back of the classroom, her footsteps muffled by the worn carpet beneath her feet. She chose a seat near the wall, hoping to blend into the shadows and avoid drawing any unwanted attention. Sliding into her desk, she felt a wave of anonymity wash over her, a discomfort in the midst of her overwhelming sense of displacement.

As the minutes ticked by Hannah found herself lost in her own thoughts, her mind drifting back to the comforts of her old private school. But as the bell rang and the class began, she knew that she had to push aside her doubts and focus on the challenges yet to come. With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and prepared to face the unknown, determined to carve out her place in this new and unfamiliar setting.

As she sat in the back of the classroom, her mind buzzed with a whirlwind of negative thoughts about her new school. She couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment that gnawed at her, a bitter taste lingering on her tongue as she took in her dreary surroundings.

Everything about this place felt wrong to Hannah; the grubby desks, the dingy walls, even the stale scent of the air seemed to mock her with its stark contrast to the pristine halls of her former school. She couldn't understand how anyone could thrive in such a dismal environment, let alone excel academically.

Her thoughts drifted back to the prestigious private school that she had attended for years, where every detail had been meticulously curated to foster an atmosphere of success and excellence. The contrast between her old school and this rundown public institution was like night and day, and Hannah couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment at the thought of being forced to lower herself to its standards.

As the teacher droned on at the front of the room, Hannah's attention drifted, her mind consumed by visions of the life that she had left behind. She missed the manicured lawns, the expensive pieces of fine art that hung from each wall, the sense of privilege and entitlement that had surrounded her every day. But here, she felt like a fish out of water, a stranger in a strange land where she didn't belong.

As the morning classes came to an end, Hannah found herself retreating from the crowded hallways and bustling classrooms, seeking solace in the quiet solitude of the school courtyard. With a heavy sigh, she made her way outside. The warm sunlight washing over her as she sought out a secluded spot beneath a sprawling tree.