Freya

The teacher stands at the front of the room, her voice breaking the chatter. “Class, we have a new transfer student. Meet Freya.” All eyes shift to the doorway as a girl steps in. The room grows quiet, every movement pauses in curiosity. Her blue eyes sweep across the room, luminous and searching, A soft, confident smile curves her lips as she tucks a strand of golden hair behind her ear. “Hi, I’m Freya,” she says warmly, her voice light yet steady, filling the silence