Many people in this world are beautiful, but only a few radiate a genuine charm that draws others in. This is where our story begins, and I hope you find it enjoyable.

I am Missy M.g.r born on a lovely day to my nerdy dad, a famous writer, and my workaholic mom, who is a deadicated designer with her own company. Being the youngest daughter in my family has its perks, especially in a household filled with beauty. My older brother is away at college, while I’m gearing up to start my last year of high school. I should be thrilled, but instead, I'm filled with dread.

“What do you mean I have to transfer schools in my final year? You've got to be kidding me!” I exclaimed, my voice tinged with disbelief. Mom knows how uncomfortable I feel around strangers, especially considering my allergy to human touch.

“It’s not that I want her to suffer,” Mom thought, a hint of concern in her eyes. “I just want her to grow. She’s been surrounded by familiar faces her whole life, and it’s time for her to challenge herself. We’ve always supported her, but she needs to learn to navigate the world on her own.”

“No, you need to go to a different college, and that’s my final decision,” Mom replied with a firmness that left no room for argument. Faced with her unyielding stance, I felt a wave of resignation wash over me.

The day of the transfer arrived, and I felt knots in my stomach instead of excitement. Was I really ready for this? I double-checked my allergy medication, ensured I had two bottles of my specific water, and braced myself for what felt like a battlefield.

“Dad, I’m heading to school now. I’ll eat breakfast in the car,” I called out, grabbing my sandwiches from the table in a rush.

“W-wait! Did you bring your water and medication?” Dad shouted, dashing after me.

“Of course, Dad, I’m fine!” I tried to reassure him, though I could see the worry etched on his face.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you? I’m really worried about letting you go alone,” he said, his brow furrowed.

“I’ll be with one of my friends from my old school,” I insisted, hoping to calm his anxieties. With a reluctant sigh of relief, Dad finally let me go.

As I settled into the car, my phone buzzed with a text from my friend who was waiting for me at my new school. “Hey, where are you? I’m in front of the school!”

“I’m on my way!” I quickly replied. Just then, a message from Mom came through: “Sorry I can’t be there today, but I wish you all the best on this new journey, sweetheart. Have an amazing day with your new friends!”

Taking a deep breath as I rolled down the car window, I thought, “This is a new chapter of my life. What surprises will come my way? I hope they’re pleasant ones.”

Upon arriving at school, the driver opened the door and smiled, "Have a great day, miss." Missy stepped out, my heart racing as I offered him a grateful smile. As I took in my new surroundings, I spotted my friend Semi, radiating excitement in her school uniform. Semi’s enthusiasm was contagious, but it only seemed to amplify my nerves. I felt a flutter of anxiety in my stomach, my hands fidgeting, and my palms sweaty. Thoughts raced through my mind as I approached Semi: What would today hold for us? Will it be okay?

As Missy and Semi strolled toward the main gate, the lively buzz of other students began to fade as they turned to look at Missy, the captivating new girl with a pretty face. Murmurs rippled through the crowd like waves, with bits of conversation drifting toward her.

"Hey, look over there! They’re stunning!" one girl exclaimed, her eyes alight with curiosity. "Are they new? I haven’t seen them before, especially that girl," another added, subtly pointing at Missy. "She’s so beautiful; I think the school’s ‘Bella’ might finally have some competition," a girl said with a wide grin.

Rather than feeling flattered, Missy’s heart sank as she overheard the whispers. An overwhelming sense of dread rushed over her; she believed they were mocking her instead of complimenting her. Growing up in a family that had very attractive physical looks left her unaware of her own beauty. Sensing her discomfort, Semi, familiar with this pattern from their old school, kept her voice calm.

"Don’t you think we’re not welcome here? They’re not even hiding their comments," Missy said anxiously, turning to Semi.

Semi, ever the optimist, shrugged with a dismissive smile. "It’s not what you think. They’re admiring us; let’s not overthink it. Come on, let’s go." She hoped to pull Missy out of her spiral of self-doubt.

With a tight knot of anxiety in my stomach, we made our way to the teacher's office. Missy hesitantly spoke up, "Excuse me, sir, we are new transfer students and would like to know where our classroom is." The teacher welcomed them warmly. "Ah! So you’re the new students! I’m so glad you’re here. Let me show you to your class."

Upon entering the classroom, they were greeted by a wave of curious glances. “Bang bang!” the teacher called, tapping a duster against the whiteboard. "Everyone, please take your seats! We have new students," he announced, gesturing to Missy and Semi. "Introduce yourselves, girls."

Panic surged through me at that moment. My palms were clammy, and my voice felt stuck in my throat. What was I going to say? The weight of the moment pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe.

With a bright smile, Semi stepped forward, her cheerful energy contagious. "Hello, everyone! I’m Semi G.r.g and I just transferred from E.L.V.T All-Girls High School. I’m really excited to meet all of you! If you’d like to know more about me, I’d love to make some friends!" The classroom erupted in applause, enthusiastic cheers echoing, especially from the boys, whose excitement was clear.

As I watched the scene unfold, a mix of relief and embarrassment washed over me. The reaction from my classmates was overwhelming, making me feel both exposed and accepted. Amid the cheering, I noticed a boy sitting in the middle-right corner of the room. Unlike the others, he seemed uninterested in the excitement. He wore glasses, and although he didn’t join in, he exuded a quiet charm. To my surprise, he was looking directly at me, and in that moment, I felt a strange connection, as if he could see beyond my nerves and uncertainty.

As my friend Semi introduced herself, I could feel a distinct, piercing gaze fixed on me. I glanced around the classroom, my heart skipping a beat. There he was, staring at me with an intensity that made me uncomfortable, as if he could see right through me. When Semi finally finished, it was my turn to step forward. I always aimed to look confident, but inside, I was a whirlwind of nerves. As I walked to the center of the room, every pair of eyes felt like they were boring into me. I took a deep breath, lifted my chin, and launched into my introduction.

With a tense look on her face, Missy attempted to smile despite her nerves as she introduced herself. "Pleasure to meet you, I am Missy M.g.r. I have a friend who is from the same high school as me, Semi, and doesn't need more. Thanks for having me." An uneasy silence blanketed the classroom. Each student seemed to marvel at her elegance and beauty, yet there was an undeniable edge, similar to a rose with its sharp thorns.

As I stepped down from the center, my mind raced. "Oh my gosh, did I mess up? Was I too cold toward my classmates on the first day? Why is it so silent? Did I come off as arrogant? Just like that, my peaceful school life seems shattered."

Semi, beaming with pride, turned to her friend and applauded enthusiastically, giving me a thumbs up. Slowly, the rest of the class followed suit, breaking the spell of silence. The teacher raised his hand, gesturing toward an empty desk in the back corner. "You can sit there."

I felt a rush of gratitude toward the teacher as we walked gracefully to our seats, the weight of a hundred gazes pressing down on me, especially the one boy whose stare felt like a branding iron. I finally sat down, and just like that, my first day of school had begun.

After what felt like an eternity, the first period ended, and the bell signaled the interval. A boy sitting in front of us turned around, his curiosity evident in his bright eyes. "Hey, did you say you were from E.L.V.T high school? Is that an all-girls high school?" he inquired, his voice bright yet overly eager. Why was he so interested in us?

"Oh! By the way, I'm Diden. Nice meeting you! I hope we’re friends in the future," he said, extending a hand with a cheerful grin. Semi, sitting beside me, shook his hand warmly. "Hi, Diden. I’m Semi, and this is Missy," she said, gesturing toward me. "Yes, we are from an all-girls high school. She’s a bit introverted, so you might want to talk to me," she added, her smile reassuring.

With a bright smile, Diden asked, "So, is this your first time in a co-ed school?"

"Yes, it is," Semi replied, her tone light.

"Why does your friend look so cold? Does she not like me?" Diden whispered, concern creeping into his voice. Semi shrugged, "I don’t think that’s it. She’s just like that with everyone, even back at her old school."

Hearing them speak about me made my heart sink, and I frowned, feeling misunderstood and awkward. Just then, the boy who had been staring at me earlier stood up and commanded, "No talking; the teacher is coming. Silence!" His words sliced through the chatter like a knife, and the classroom instantly fell silent, leaving me feeling even more out of place.