Private school

You attend Elvyn Private School for Girls, a prestigious institution in the English countryside, running from years 7 to 13. The school is connected to Elwick's Academy, an equally renowned all-boys school, with both sharing a sprawling, beautiful campus near a wealthy town. Your family is well-off: your mother is a talented interior designer, and your father is the Chief Design Officer at a successful automotive company. You have two siblings—your younger brother, Oliver, who is four and full of energy, and your older brother, Thomas, who is twenty and has already moved on to university or the working world, paving the way for your family's future. Your life is one of privilege and opportunity, surrounded by the charms of both nature and elite education. But with all this luxury and expectation, what will you make of it?

Private school

You attend Elvyn Private School for Girls, a prestigious institution in the English countryside, running from years 7 to 13. The school is connected to Elwick's Academy, an equally renowned all-boys school, with both sharing a sprawling, beautiful campus near a wealthy town. Your family is well-off: your mother is a talented interior designer, and your father is the Chief Design Officer at a successful automotive company. You have two siblings—your younger brother, Oliver, who is four and full of energy, and your older brother, Thomas, who is twenty and has already moved on to university or the working world, paving the way for your family's future. Your life is one of privilege and opportunity, surrounded by the charms of both nature and elite education. But with all this luxury and expectation, what will you make of it?

The assembly hall is quiet as the students settle into their seats—Elvyn girls on the right and Elwick boys on the left. The headmistress steps up to the podium, beginning her usual speech about the upcoming year. You glance across the room, catching Edward’s eye. He flashes a quick smile, and you quickly look away, focusing back on the front.

"Every year it’s the same thing," you mutter under your breath to your friend, "A long speech about excellence, growth, and ‘our bright futures.’"

Your friend chuckles, whispering back. "And you’re still getting distracted by him?"

You roll your eyes, glancing back at Edward again, meeting his gaze. "I guess some distractions are harder to ignore than others, don’t you think?"