The morning sun crept through the small window of Ella's room, casting a golden hue over the tiny space she shared with her younger sister, Mia. The room wasn't much-just a single bed for the two of them, a wooden wardrobe their father had built, and a few shelves where they kept their books and little treasures. But it was home.

Ella sat up, stretching as the realization hit her-today was the day. Her first day at Grandview Academy. An elite school filled with children from wealthy families, a place she had only ever heard about in conversations between customers at her mother's bakery.

She should have been excited. After all, getting a full scholarship to such a prestigious school was a dream many children from her neighborhood couldn't even imagine. But deep inside, anxiety gnawed at her.

Would she fit in? Would she be able to keep up with the rich kids?

She sighed, slipping out of bed carefully so as not to wake Mia. Their mother had already started baking, and the warm, sweet scent of fresh bread filled the air. Their father was probably in his workshop, working on another set of wooden chairs. Their family was small but close-knit, and for a moment, Ella wished she could stay in the comfort of home rather than face what awaited her at Grandview.

She hurried through her morning routine-taking a quick, cold bath in the tiny bathroom, slipping into the neatly pressed uniform her mother had carefully ironed the night before, and eating a simple breakfast of bread and tea.

Mia, still half-asleep, mumbled, "Ella, will there be lots of big buildings in your school?"

Ella forced a smile. "Yes. Huge ones."

Their mother turned from the oven, smiling warmly. "You'll do great, my love."

Their father, who rarely spoke much, patted her shoulder as he wiped his hands on his work apron. "You've always been smart, Ella. Don't let anyone make you feel otherwise."

With those words, she stepped out of the house, her heart pounding. Unlike the other students, she didn't have a driver waiting to take her to school. No sleek black cars, no uniformed chauffeurs. Just her legs and the long road ahead.

When she arrived at Grandview Academy, the difference between her and the other students became painfully clear. The school itself was massive, with tall, gleaming buildings, manicured lawns, and students stepping out of luxurious cars like they owned the world.

She clutched her bag tightly, feeling the weight of every curious glance thrown her way. As she walked past a group of students, she heard the whispers.

"Is that the scholarship student?"

"She actually walked here?"

"I didn't know they let people like her in."

Laughter followed, sharp and cruel. Ella swallowed the lump in her throat and forced herself to keep walking. But it was too much. The stares, the mocking smiles, the realization that she was different-too different.

By the time the day ended, she could barely hold back her tears. She walked home, her heart heavy, her vision blurred. As soon as she stepped into the house, she ran straight to her mother's arms, sobbing.

"I don't want to go back," she choked out. "I don't belong there."

Her father's hands tightened into fists, his face unreadable. Her mother wiped her tears and held her close. "Ella, listen to me. They may have money, but you have something greater-determination. They can laugh now, but one day, they will see your worth."

Ella sniffed, trying to believe her mother's words. But deep down, she wasn't sure if she had the strength to face another day.

To Be Continued..