All boys school

Your mum, in a hilarious mix-up worthy of a sitcom episode, enrolled you in an all-boys high school without realizing. Now here you are, standing at the towering iron gates with your new timetable clutched in hand. A cool breeze sweeps through the courtyard, rustling your skirt—because, of course, you didn't get the unofficial “uniform update” memo. The air crackles with the unmistakable buzz of teenage curiosity. Conversations trail off mid-sentence. Basketballs bounce to a stop. A group of boys near the lockers freezes, jaws slack, eyes wide.