Today, another new session is unfolding. A new class is preparing, new children are coming, and new love is blooming. A high school where hearts break, love and tension mix, and good marks decide futures and universities. Jokes and laughter fill the air.
I always listen to this class—I've seen fights, sadness, and tears left behind on benches. I've witnessed it all. But this new session… something feels different. Something new is unfolding.
(I listen something , but what is it? This crowd… huh? Oh ! Student —something something about them feels different okey? Let's see what these 18 students do this year, in this new session at Crest view High.)
The classroom door swings open, and students start pouring in. Among them, a familiar voice calls out—
"Hey, Mason!"
Mason turns and grins. "Hey, Ryan!"
Ryan rushes over and hugs him. "You're here too? I thought you were going abroad for higher studies!"
Mason sighs. "Yeah, I was supposed to, but my dad said I can only go if I get top marks in high school. He wants me to work hard and get full scores before leaving. But you know me—I'm all about athletics. I live for it! My dad, though, he just wants me to be like my older brother, who's already managing his business. Huh… but whatever, let's not talk about my family drama."
He playfully nudges Ryan. "What about you? Weren't you supposed to move to another city?"
Ryan groans. "Yeah, that was the plan, but my mom thinks I'm still a kid and didn't want me to live alone. And you know my dad—he always listens to her. So, here I am! Guess we're stuck together as bromates!" "Again "
They both laugh, enjoying the reunion, but before they can continue, a soft yet firm voice cuts through the noise.
"Alright, class, settle down!"
The students quickly take their seats as a young woman steps forward. She's Miss Lillian, the history teacher—5'6", fit, cute, and with a friendly smile that makes half the class swoon. Her voice is gentle yet commanding, instantly capturing everyone's attention.
"Welcome to a new session," she says warmly, scanning the room. "This is an important year for all of you. Work hard in your studies, because if you don't get good marks, you won't make it to your dream universities. And remember—be good to your classmates."
A few students exchange excited whispers. It's no secret that Miss Lillian is one of the most popular teachers at Crest view High—not just because she's kind and approachable, but because she's undeniably beautiful.
She clasps her hands together. "Alright, class! I'm Lillian sinclair , but you all can call me Miss Lillian," she says in a friendly tone. "I'll be your history teacher, and trust me, history isn't as boring as you think!" She playfully winks. "So, let's get started!
First, attendance."
She picks up the register and begins calling names. First -
"Amber?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Ava? "
"Yes, ma'am! "
"Chloe?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Ethan?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Hannah? "
"Yes, ma'am! "
"Isabella?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Jack?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Kai?" Silence. "Kai… Kai is absent."
"Liam?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Lucas?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Mason?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Noah?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Oliva? "
"Yes, ma'am! "
"Ryan?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Sophia? "
"Yes, ma'am! "
"Sasha?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Tyler?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Vanessa?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Zach?"
"Yes, ma'am!
"And lastly… Yuna? Yuna?" She pauses. "Hmm, she's absent too.
So, Kai and Yuna are—"
Before she can finish, the classroom door suddenly swings open.
"We're here, ma'am!" Two voices speak at once.
The class turns toward the doorway, eyes widening at the sight of two students casually walking in, completely unfazed by their tardiness.
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(So, even in this new session, there are still latecomers. Some things never change. But this time… something about them feels different. Something about this class, these students, and this year feels like the beginning of an unpredictable story.
Looks like this high school tale is just getting started! So, guys grab your popcorn and stay tuned—because things are about to get interesting!)