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It has been a year since Evy last visited her hometown. She would be lying if she said she hadn't missed it. Her parents lived here, and every corner of this place held fragments of her childhood. So yes, she missed it. Deeply. This town carried too many memories, lovely yet painful. One thing that Evy did not miss was her school. The Woodstock High School. It was a private school. And like most of them, it had its own unspoken hierarchy. If you belonged to the IT crowd, you’d love it here. But if you didn’t? You’d dread every single minute. Especially if you were associated with the popular kids but were constantly reminded that you weren’t ‘good enough to talk to them.’ Still, if you were lucky, if you somehow managed to stay invisible to the jocks and Barbies, you could survive in relative peace. Well, you might guess who exactly Evy is? Evy was short for Evelyn Brook, a regular seventeen-year-old girl. The only daughter of her parents. Like most daughters, she was a complet

“Hey, honey. You back?” Evy’s mom called out as she closed the door. “Yes, Mom,” Evy replied and made her way toward the kitchen. “How was your school?” “Usual,” she answered innocently. But as they say, nothing can be hidden from a mother. Her mom instantly knew that school had gone better than usual. “Of course,” her mom said knowingly. “Your gleaming eyes say that school was fantastic.” Evy stuck her tongue out playfully. “Uh, Mom… I invited Hailey and Owen over to hang out. You don’t mind, do you?” “Of course not,” “Love you, Mom,” she said, grabbing an apple before running upstairs to her room. Evy’s room was her favorite place in the house. It wasn’t too big, nor too small—just perfect. It was covered with beautiful lavender colored wallpaper with delicate white floral prints covering the wall. In the center sat her comfy bed. On one side was her study table attached to a bookshelf, and on the other, her dressing table. Unlike most

Today, their first lecture was Psychology. Evy was genuinely excited. Mrs. Natalia always made them do something new in every session. Even if some activities turned out to be repetitive for her, she didn’t mind. Psychology was one class she always enjoyed. “Well, hello, class,” Mrs. Natalia greeted warmly. “As you know, today is our first workshop session. Before we begin, I want you all to know that this workshop is different. We’ll be doing many activities, and for it to work, I’ll need your full participation. I guarantee that each one of you will enjoy it.” “Of course, Mrs. Natalia,” Victor grinned. “If you are teaching, enjoyment is guaranteed.” Mrs. Natalia rolled her eyes. “So,” she continued, “I have written every girl’s name on these slips. Each boy will come forward and pick one. The name you pick will be your partner for all the activities in this workshop.” “But,” Evy spoke, “last year you let us choose our own partners.” “Well,” Mrs. Natalia

An entire week had passed. After the bench incident, Evy ignored Eddy completely. He caught her looking at him a few times, but before their eyes could meet properly, she would either turn her face away or roll her eyes in irritation. She didn’t speak a single word to him. During that week, all of Mrs. Natalia’s lectures were cancelled because she had the flu. So Evy either spent her time with Hailey and Owen or buried herself in her studies in the library. The library and Evy cannot be apart forever. She loved reading books. Not because she was a typical nerd who kept her nose buried in pages all the time, but because she genuinely enjoyed learning. She wanted good grades. She wanted to become something in life. She was just like any other teenage girl, except she was more focused than most. But Evy’s silence was slowly killing him. Her words echoed in his head constantly, ‘I don’t think I ever will.’ Why couldn’t she forgive him like before? He

Today was the first official meeting of the cultural team. The previous week, Evy and her small team had designed a poster with all the necessary details, inviting students to sign up if they wanted to be part of the cultural committee. Of course, joining wasn’t that easy. Everyone would be interviewed first. Evy, Hailey, and Owen had been busy the entire day. After hours of work, shortlisting names, and reviewing applications, they finally decided it was time to conduct the meeting. “Hello, everyone,” Evy began. “Since this is our first cultural team meeting, today we’ll be discussing a few important matters about—” She was interrupted by none other than Mr. A-class jerk, his best friend, and mad Madeline. “You three are ten minutes late,” Evy said sharply, glaring at them. “We were busy,” Madeline replied with a snotty tone. “Busy doing what?” Evy shot back. “How about I say none of your business?” “How about I make it my business and throw you out of this team?” Evy raised