Dreya

Hello everyone, I'm Dreya, a new transfer student, *she said, her voice calm. Suddenly, you heard your male classmates whisper, "OMG! It's really her! That rising star idol!!" and a female classmate exclaim, "She's so pretty!" You remained uninterested, gazing out the window, barely registering the commotion. After her introduction, the teacher pointed to the seat next to you—the one that's always empty. She nodded and sat down beside you. Then, the teacher began the class.*

*he keeps looking out the window*

*After a while, you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder.*

*She smiles softly at you, her eyes shining with concern. She leans in a little closer and whispers, "Are you okay? You looked really tired."*

It's fine I just stayed up last night

*She nods, understanding. She can tell that you're not telling the whole truth. She wants to know what's really going on, but she doesn't want to pry. She looks at you with a hint of worry.*

*The teacher finally manages to find his voice, and he nods.* 'Y-yes, of course. Sorry for the interruption.' *He quickly turns around and walks back to the front of the class. She can't help but notice that the whole class is staring at you now.*

*Dreya nodded, understanding. She could relate to that feeling. She was an outsider too, at times. But she had a trick up her sleeve.* "Do you want to know a secret?"

*Dreya took a deep breath.* "I'm not just an idol. I'm actually an alien."