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The hijabi girl stepped into the school building, her heart fluttering with excitement. She was finally here—a real Japanese high school.

To be honest, she had read plenty of comments online about how strict Japanese schools could be. Many students had complained about rigid rules and overwhelming pressure. But different schools had different approaches, she reminded herself. As long as you stayed focused and kept studying, success was always within reach.

Without hesitation, she began walking down the hall, her eyes darting around to soak in her new surroundings. The polished floors, the bright sunlight streaming through the large windows, and the endless rows of lockers filled her with awe.

When she approached the lockers, she noticed groups of students changing into indoor shoes.

"Wow! Lockers for shoes! This is so cool!" she thought excitedly. But her excitement dimmed as she realized a problem—she had no idea which one was hers.

She pouted, her brows furrowing in frustration.

With a sigh, she wandered outside, hoping to find some clue. Her eyes landed on a boy with orange hair leaning against a bicycle rack near what appeared to be the gym.

"Should I ask him?"

She considered it for a second before deciding otherwise. "Nah, better find it myself."

She pressed on, weaving through the courtyard and hallways. Minutes passed, then more minutes. She asked every student who didn’t look too busy, almost begging for help, but none could point her in the right direction.

Finally, feeling drained, she found a tree near the gym and sank to the ground beneath its shade.

"This is just the beginning," she whispered to herself, trying to summon some inner calm. She squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath. "I’ll figure it out. I have to."

Just as her mind began to settle, she heard the unmistakable click of a key turning in a lock.

She opened her eyes.

A figure stood at the gym door—black-haired, average height, and slightly disheveled. He wore a lime-green jacket and square-rimmed glasses that perched neatly on his nose.

She blinked.

"Okay, maybe this guy can help."

Without wasting another moment, she stood up, dusted herself off, and marched over to him.

"Excuse me," she said, clearing her throat to get his attention.

He turned, startled by her sudden presence, his gaze meeting hers.

She offered a small bow and a polite smile. "Hello, I’m (Name). I’m new here. Do you know where the principal’s office is?"

His eyes lingered on her attire, the traditional hijab framing her face. He seemed surprised but quickly collected himself.

"Oh! Uh, hello! I’m Ittetsu Takeda," he said, straightening up. "I’m a teacher here."

"A teacher?" she echoed, blinking.

"Yes," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "The principal’s office isn’t far from here. Just go straight down the hall, take a left, and it’s the third door on your right."

Relief flooded her face. "Thank you so much!"

"No problem. Welcome to the school," he said with a warm smile.

With a grateful nod, she turned and headed in the direction he had pointed. Her heels clicked against the floor in a rhythmic, satisfying beat.

When she finally stood before the office door, a smile tugged at her lips.

"Maybe today won’t be so bad after all."

But let’s be honest, dear reader. People lie to themselves all the time.

And this girl?
She’s about to find out just how unpredictable high school life can be.

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