Jhanvi Rathore.
She was as normal as they got, besides the fact that she had no friends.
Jhanvi, an overachiever, academic weapon, she thought she was just a normal indian teenager, but she wasnt.
The De Santis family, also known as the italian ma...
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I stood there waiting for something to happen—anything. The smile on my face was wearing off, and everything was becoming super awkward. The air felt heavy, thick with unspoken words and lingering uncertainties. I needed to break the tension, but the longer I waited, the harder it became to muster the right words.
I glanced at the clock on the wall, the seconds ticking by at a painfully slow pace. Each tick was a reminder of our quiet stalemate. I needed some help right now.
"So," I finally said, struggling to keep my voice steady as I forced myself to break the awkward silence, "What about school?" I asked, my impatience bubbling just beneath the surface.
"Right, Lockewood school," Damiano—sorry, Dad—spoke up, his tone shifting, as if he was trying to fill the silence with something of substance.
"Lockewood school? Isn't that the elite school?" I asked, my curiosity piqued, though a small knot of anxiety twisted in my stomach.
"Yes, it is, bambina. Only the best for you," Kai grinned playfully, but I could see a flicker of seriousness in his eyes.
I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and dread. Lockewood was known for its rigorous curriculum and high-achieving students, but what would it mean for me? Would I fit in? Could I keep up? The prospect of starting fresh in a place like that was both thrilling and terrifying."But what if I don't like it?" I half-joked, trying to brush off my unease, but my voice betrayed me, cracking slightly.
Kai shrugged, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "You'll love it. We wouldn't push you into anything that we didn't think you could handle." He reached out, tousling my hair affectionately, and for a moment, the worries faded under the warmth of their support.
"But what if I'm not ready for all that pressure?" I pressed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "What if I disappoint you?"
Damiano stepped closer, his expression softening. "Sweetheart, we believe in you. Lockewood might be challenging, but it's also an opportunity. It's a place where you can discover who you are and what you're capable of. You have nothing to prove to us; we just want you to thrive."
I took a deep breath, letting their reassurance settle around me like a safety net. Perhaps I could channel my fears into determination instead. The thought of exploring a new school, meeting new friends, and discovering my passions sparked a flicker of excitement in my chest.
