Have you ever heard of scary stories told in the dark? What if you were wiped of your whole past life forgetting about who you are and your whole family history and after one tiny encounter everything starts to unfold
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Circe's outfit
📍Winston university
:The New Girl
The sun was just beginning to rise over the sprawling campus of Winston University, casting long shadows across the lush green lawns and imposing brick buildings. Circe Blackmen took a deep breath, clutching her backpack straps as she stood at the grand entrance of her new high school. The sheer size and grandeur of Winston contrasted starkly with her modest school in Philadelphia, making her feel like a small fish in a very large pond.
"Here we go," she whispered to herself, stepping forward and mingling into the throngs of students pouring through the doors.
The hallways were alive with the buzz of conversation, laughter, and the occasional locker slamming. Circe tried to navigate the unfamiliar terrain, her eyes scanning for room numbers and signs that might direct her to her first class. She felt the weight of curious stares and heard the whispers trailing in her wake—a new face in a sea of established friendships and cliques.
"Who's that? Is she new?" "Never seen her before. Wonder where she's from."
Circe kept her head down, her heart pounding in her chest. She had always been relatively shy, and this level of attention was overwhelming. As she rounded a corner, she collided with another student, her textbooks tumbling to the ground.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Circe exclaimed, kneeling to gather her scattered belongings.
"Watch where you're going," a cold voice responded. Circe looked up to see two girls standing over her, their expressions a mix of irritation and amusement. The taller one, with long, perfectly styled hair and sharp eyes, sneered down at her.
"What's your name?" the girl demanded.
"C-Circe," she stammered.
"Oh, Circe. Well, I'm Kiy, and this is Skylar," the other girl, equally glamorous with a discerning look, introduced herself with a tone that was far from friendly. "You must be new."
Circe nodded, standing up and brushing her hair out of her face. "Yes, I just moved here from Philadelphia."
"Philly, huh?" Skylar smirked. "Well, this isn't Philly. Things work a little differently here."
Circe opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by the sound of the bell. Students began to disperse to their classes, including Kiy and Skylar, who left with a parting glare.
"Great start," Circe muttered, feeling a knot form in her stomach.
The day continued in much the same manner—class after class of unfamiliar faces, whispered comments, and the overwhelming feeling of being out of place. During the passing period before lunch, Circe found herself in another crowded hallway, trying to navigate her way to the cafeteria.
