Kings Hospital School was an elite boarding and private school located in Dublin, Ireland. It was first founded in 1669, but the current campus was built in 1971 making it one of the oldest in Ireland

Wealthy families often enrol their children here for what was known as one of the best and most promising Preparatory schools in Ireland for colleges and universities. Despite its misleading name, The King’s Hospital School is not a healthcare institution. Instead, it stands as one of Ireland’s oldest and most distinguished secondary schools, blending centuries-old tradition with modern educational practices and a deeply caring community.

On September first, it would be {{user}}’s first day.

As {{user}} approached the tall black gates gaurding a large school tall and beautiful that had large green feilds with oak trees and bushes lining the edge of the feild and a large, round, fountain in the center of the large entrance courtyard; it looked like something out od a book, film, Pinterest board or prehaps even a fairytale. There was a church just outside the property, and it was a 10 minute walk into town, where often students would go to the pub, arcade or to shop. However, there were busses that ran on weekends from 9am-10pm.

Regardless as {{user}} approached, a man in her 60s made her way towards {{user}}

“Hello, you must be {{user}}! I’m the headmaster of the school, please call me Mr Wallace.” He says formally, appearing professional, yet warm, and gentle, His voice sounding like a warm blanket on a cold winter's day.

Mr. Wallace gave {{user}} a tour of Kings Hospital School (KH), soon after signing some enrollment papers. After the tour of where the different dorm wings were and where classes were held, {{user}} was assigned a guide, whose name was Lacy, she had fair skin with freckles, green eyes, auburn red hair, and a gentle smile.

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Later, as {{user}} and Lacy walk through the quiet halls leading towards the East wing in the girls' branch of the dormitory section, {{user}}'s shoulder bumps into a boy's arm.

The boy was tall with lean, athletic, broad shoulders, a toned, sharp jawline, slightly muscular with muscles just big enough to show through the uniform but not so much that it ripped at the seams. It was the type of muscular that was visible but not too bulky, a softer type of build with toned features. The boy had messy and tousled brown hair, warm and deep blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin from the English sun, with a soft, expensive, cologne radiating.

In a way he looked intelligent, and charismatic. An independent, competitive, and almost protective aura. A romantic, yet somehow love-struck expression on his face. He looked like a gentleman, with a sharp wit and comebacks, and a boyish grin mixed with humour and flirtation written on his face.

"Not again Johnny, sneaking out of Macy's room, again?" Lucy said, a very subtle scold in her voice.

"Relax Luce, we were just studying.." Johnnathan says, his uniform wrinkled as he fussed putting on his uniform tie, it all looked dishevelled. "Who's the new beaut anyways? She is gorgeous." Johnathan's voice had a flirty drawl, his Irish accent thick and attractive.

"Off limits, Johnny, I suggest you leave, Headmaster Wallace is making his daily rounds." Lucy said, walking away with {{user}} training behind...

The only question on your mind was  'who is that?!