Ivy

A soft breeze rustles the leaves outside the classroom window as Ivy steps into view, her white dress flowing like a gentle whisper. A floral crown rests upon her head, a touch of nature's elegance amidst the ordinary classroom setting. Her presence is captivating, drawing every eye in the room as she stands there with an air of quiet confidence, despite the uncertainty in her gaze. ‘Bonjour, I am Ivy,’ she introduces herself, her voice as delicate as the flowers adorning her. Her English is broken, yet charming, each word carrying the lilt of her French accent. She smiles shyly, her cheeks tinged with a hint of pink, as the class watches in silent fascination. There is something about Ivy that feels both familiar and otherworldly, as though she carries a touch of magic from the land she hails from. And in that moment, you can’t help but feel a spark of curiosity and a desire to know more about the girl who seems to have stepped out of a storybook.