"Begin with purpose on your first day."
As Maven quietly entered the classroom, the subdued shuffle of her footsteps barely disturbed the air.
Her presence, though unassuming, subtly shifted the room's atmosphere. Heads turned in curiosity, acknowledging her arrival with fleeting glances that spoke of both familiarity and intrigue.
Maven's eyes, cast downward for a moment, lifted to meet those of her classmates with a calm assurance that belied her quiet nature.
The rustling of papers and the murmur of voices ceased momentarily as she found her seat,
a space she inhabited with a quiet grace.
The teacher's voice, normally the dominant sound in the room,
softened almost imperceptibly as Maven settled in,
a nod of acknowledgment passing between them.
Despite her reserved demeanor, there was an undeniable aura of respect that surrounded her, as if she held a silent authority that transcended words.
In that moment, the classroom seemed to embrace Maven's presence, subtly adjusting to accommodate her quiet strength.
Her mere entrance had left an indelible mark, a reminder that sometimes, the most powerful statements are made without uttering a single word.
Maven had always preferred the quiet corners of the school library to the bustling hallways filled with chatter and hurried footsteps. Books were her sanctuary, their pages offering solace from the chaos of teenage life. Yet, fate had a way of nudging even the most reserved souls into the paths of others.
It was on a particularly mundane Tuesday afternoon that Maven's world shifted ever so subtly. Lost in the prose of a classic novel, she was rounding a corner when a sudden collision sent her books sprawling onto the floor. Startled, Maven looked up to find herself face to face with Mal, a girl whose vibrant energy seemed to radiate in every direction.
"Oh! I'm so sorry," Mal exclaimed, immediately crouching down to help gather the fallen books. Maven, caught off guard by the unexpected assistance, could only manage a murmured thanks as she quickly retrieved her novels.
In the flurry of gathering papers and textbooks, Mal's scarf had slipped off her shoulder and onto the floor unnoticed. With a final apologetic smile, Mal hastily gathered her own things and hurried off, leaving Maven holding the forgotten scarf in her hands.
For a moment, Maven stood there, the scarf a soft weight in her palms. She glanced down the hallway where Mal had disappeared, her heart beating just a tad faster than usual.
Should she return it? Would she see Mal again..?
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The Only Exception
FanfictionTwo people, maven Ryder de Castro (mikha) and Maleen sky ligaya (maloi) with completely different personalities cross paths with one another with a scarf, they'd like to call it "the scarf of Serendipity" Days pass as roomates, they question themsel...
