I just wanted a normal school life at HVIS University, but that plan flew out the window the moment I stepped into Section E. Under the supervision of a relative, I transferred here, hoping for a fresh start—only to end up as the only girl in a class full of troublemakers.

The classroom was in the old part of the school, a place that looked more like an abandoned building than a learning space. Graffiti covered the walls, and desks were piled haphazardly in the hallway. When I approached the classroom, a boy with a grim expression—who I later learned was Kiefer, the so-called class president—stared at me like I didn’t belong.

*"Is this Class E?" I asked.

*"No," he replied flatly.

So I kept searching, only to realize too late that he had lied. Because of him, I was late for my first class. When I finally entered, every seat had a bag on the neighboring chair, forcing me to sit in the middle, with none other than Kiefer right behind me. The moment I sat down, I could feel his disapproval. He didn’t want me there. In fact, he was determined to make sure I didn’t last in Section E.

The teacher turned to write on the board. A crumpled ball of paper hit my back. Then another. And another. I turned slightly and caught Kiefer smirking. The rest of the boys caught on quickly, joining in. Welcome to Class E—where I was the new target.