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Prologue: The Only Girl in Section D In the quiet town of San Isidro, where rice fields kissed the horizon and jeepneys rolled past sleepy classrooms, a girl named Alina Navarro prepared for her first day of senior high. She tied her hair into a loose ponytail, not knowing that by the end of the day, her name would echo through hallways and across canteens-not because she topped the exams or joined a club, but because of something much simpler, yet far more complicated. She was the only girl in Section D. Thirty boys. One girl. When the class list was posted, she thought it was a mistake. She stood there for a solid minute, scanning for another female name, even just one. There wasn't. Laughter erupted behind her-boys from her new section who'd just realized the same thing. Some smirked. Some whispered. Some stared. And Alina, with her quiet strength and sharp eyes, took a breath, squared her shoulders, and walked into a year that would test her patience, shift her beliefs, and change thirty lives-maybe even her own. This wasn't just a school year. It was survival. It was chaos. It was the start of something none of them saw coming.