◟> The first thing that struck as I walked through the entrance was the sheer size of the school. The building was modern and imposing, with high ceilings and bright, natural light streaming in through the large windows. The hallways were bustling with students, all dressed in school uniforms - a mix of blue and white blazers, grey skirts and trousers. Some students were chatting with their friends, while others were making their way to their classes with books in hand.

As I observed my surroundings more I couldn’t help but notice how everything was so different, but from a slight distance a girl was walking right towards me.

As the girl approached, I couldn't help but notice her striking appearance - long, curly hair, golden-brown skin, and a mole under her chin that gave her a unique charm. The girl smiled warmly at me - her eyes sparkling with kindness, and it immediately put me at ease.

"Hi, my name is tyla," she smiled slightly, reaching her hand out for me to shake.

I took a moment to take in the girl's South African accent - her voice melodic and slightly deeper than she had been expecting. Returning the smile, I shook the girl's hand, feeling a sense of comfort in the warmth of her grip.