First Day Of School

                                    

                                          
The morning sun cast a golden hue over the college campus as we embarked on our undercover mission. Our mission was simple: blend in, gather intel, and maintain a low profile. Little did we know that our grand entrance would set the stage for a day filled with unexpected drama.
Dressed in leather jackets, my sisters and I revved the engines of our motorcycles, announcing our arrival with a roar that echoed through the campus. Adorned in sunglasses, we turned heads and earned approving glances from students who were quick to pull out their phones to capture the spectacle.
As we parked our motorcycles, the buzz around us intensified. The whispers of curiosity followed us like a shadow as we made our way to the seminar hall. Taehyung and his brothers, dressed like normal teenagers, walked with an air of confidence, blending seamlessly into the academic environment.
Just as the professor began the introductions, the door swung open, revealing Taehyung and his seven brothers. The room fell silent as they entered, their presence commanding attention. Taehyung, the stoic leader of the group, took the lead.
"Good morning. I'm Taehyung, and these are my brothers: Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Jungkook, and Jin," he stated, each name accompanied by a nod from the respective brother. The collective aura of the group left an impression, the room acknowledging their distinctiveness.
I followed after, "I'm Elara and these are my sisters, Jennie, Jisoo, Lisa and Rosé."
The seminar began, and we took our seats, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy. However, the calm was short-lived as the spotlight soon shifted to two girls from the rival family we were marking Olivia and Emma Choi. The tension between them was palpable, and the seminar hall transformed into a theatre of conflict. They were known to always disagree which gave us a vantage point to infiltrate their network.
The atmosphere in the seminar room grew increasingly charged as Olivia and Emma locked eyes, a simmering tension palpable between them. The subdued hum of conversations around them faded into the background as the room became the stage for a clash that had been a long time coming.
Olivia, her eyes narrowing with contempt, wasted no time launching her verbal assault. "You're unbelievable, Emma. How did someone like you even make it onto this mission? You're nothing more than dead weight, dragging us all down."
Emma, her jaw clenched in defiance, shot back with searing intensity. "At least I'm here to contribute, not just play dress-up like some people. You're nothing more than a liability, and everyone here knows it."
The exchange escalated rapidly, each word a cutting blade in a duel of wounded pride and lingering resentment. Isabella, sitting in the brewing storm, felt an invisible force pulling her in different directions. She attempted to mediate, to prevent the situation from spiralling out of control, but the whirlwind of emotions threatened to consume everything in its path.
Olivia, her eyes ablaze with defiance, seized the opportunity to address Emma directly. "You always thought you were better, didn't you, Emma? The golden child, the one everyone adored. Well, news flash, not everyone buys into your act."
Emma shot back with a scoff, her composure barely concealing the anger beneath. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Liv. I worked hard for everything I have, unlike some people who thrive on manipulation and deceit."
The room held its collective breath as the words hung in the air. Olivia's face contorted with rage, and she leaned in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Hard work, or daddy's influence? You never had to struggle for anything. It's easy to be the golden child when everything's handed to you on a silver platter."
Emma's eyes narrowed, and her retort cut through the tension. "At least I don't need to resort to cheap tricks to get what I want. You're all smoke and mirrors, Liv. People like you always end up alone."