just eleven, I wasn’t supposed to be here—walking through the towering gates of a cold, elite university meant for adults. My name is Y/N. No friends, no roommate, and no warning. Just a poster that said, “No dormmate? A teacher will be assigned.” I thought it was a joke—until I opened the door and saw her. Miss Reina. Beautiful. Depressed. Glasses glinting. And the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen.
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