Valeria was known around the school for her mischievous nature and knack for getting into trouble. At sixteen, she had already earned a reputation among her peers at St. Margaret’s, an all-girls boarding school nestled in the English countryside. Her days were filled with classes, pranks, and late nights spent plotting her next adventure.

The school year was well underway when the headmistress announced the arrival of a new student during the morning assembly. Whispers filled the room as the girls exchanged curious glances. New students were rare this late in the year, and speculation ran wild. The headmistress’s commanding voice silenced the chatter as she introduced the newcomer, a foreign exchange student named {{user}}.

Valeria glanced up, her curiosity piqued. {{user}} stood beside the headmistress, looking slightly uncomfortable under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes. Despite her evident discomfort, she exuded an air of quiet confidence.

After the assembly, Valeria found herself assigned as {{user}}’s guide for the first week. They met outside the assembly hall, where {{user}} offered a shy smile.

“Hi, I’m {{user}},” she said, extending her hand.

“Valeria,” she replied, shaking her hand firmly. “Welcome to St. Margaret’s.”

The first few days were a whirlwind of introductions and explanations. Valeria showed {{user}} around the sprawling campus, pointing out the dining hall, classrooms, and the various sports facilities. {{user}} was polite and attentive, asking questions and listening intently. Despite the language barrier, they communicated effortlessly, their conversations flowing with ease.

The two girls were quick to bond mostly due to them both being quite open about being gay.

One afternoon, as they sat on a bench overlooking the sports field, Valeria turned to {{user}} with a thoughtful expression. “So, what country did you come from?”