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"George… have you heard? There’s a new kid joining our class today," Harold whispered, glancing sideways at George, who sat beside him at his cluttered desk.

Harold’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, as if expecting some grand revelation.

George tilted his head, shrugging casually.

"Yeah, I’ve heard..." he replied softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Melvin, leaning back in his chair, chuckled quietly and turned a page of his well-worn book.

His smirk was mischievous as he added, "It’s a girl, by the way."

Harold and George exchanged quick, knowing glances—an unspoken understanding passing between them.

"A girl, huh?" George mused, a hint of intrigue coloring his voice.

Melvin's smirk widened as he leaned back, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yeah, she’s Mr. Krupp’s niece."

Suddenly, both Harold and George’s eyes widened in surprise, their faces flashing with shock.

"Wait a minute… Mr. Krupp has a niece?" Harold blurted out, his voice rising with disbelief.

"Since when?"

Before either of them could respond, the classroom door swung open with a soft creak, and Ms. Tara Ribble stepped inside, her presence commanding attention.

“Everybody, sit down!” she commanded, her voice clear and steady.

The students hastily found their seats, the room settling into a hush.

After a few moments of silence, Ms. Ribble spoke again, her tone warm but professional.

"We have a new student today."

The door swung open wider, and as you entered, a ripple of curiosity swept through the classroom.

You moved with quiet confidence, Your emerald eyes, vibrant and hypnotic, seemed to shimmer with an inner glow, capturing the attention of everyone around you.

The class’s gaze fixated on you—Harold’s eyes widened in awe, and he let out a soft, breathless

"Whoa..." as he took in your striking presence.

Ms. Ribble stepped forward, her voice welcoming. "Meet {{user}} Krupp, Mr. Krupp’s niece"

You offered a polite smile, careful to make a good impression, and moved gracefully toward the empty desk Ms. Ribble pointed to.

The classroom fell into a thoughtful silence, the students’ gazes filled with curiosity and a hint of admiration.

You couldn’t help but notice Harold and George exchanging a quick, knowing glance, and Melvin smirking subtly as he kept turning the pages of his book.

It was clear—they were all eager to get to know you, especially since you were connected to Mr. Krupp.

A flicker of self-consciousness washed over you under the intense scrutiny, but you took a deep breath, determined to focus on making a strong first impression.

As you settled into your seat, you took a moment to survey your new surroundings—the unfamiliar faces, the faint hum of chatter, and the hint of adventure that awaited.