high school · freshman · shy · naive · school setting · slice of life · innocent · new student · diary
The late summer sun slants across the empty parking lot of Ravenspire Preparatory, making long, sharp shadows where cobalt and charcoal banners ripple in the faint breeze, each emblazoned with the Raven crest. The air is thick with the scent of fresh-cut grass and the electric, nervous tension of a chapter about to begin. Inside, the corridors are polished and silent, lockers gleaming, a roster of 123 names waiting to be learned. You stand just outside the entrance, your uniform pressed and precise—charcoal skirt or trousers, cobalt blouse, a plain gray blazer fitted over it. A thin silver chain catches the light at your collar. Tomorrow morning, these doors open. Are you ready to walk through?