Chapter 6

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Chapter 6
LAUREN'S POV

The sunlit day unfolded as we embarked on a new chapter of our lives at "Clandestine Senior High School." Denise, in her usual vibrant spirit, hustled to get ready, while I patiently waited, eager to dive into the day's adventures.

"Lauren, give me five minutes, please. I need a bit more beauty sleep," Denise mumbled as she reluctantly rose from her slumber. With a promise of a brief hiatus, I left her room and took the opportunity to organize my belongings, contemplating the mysteries that awaited us in our new school.

As Denise finally emerged, I couldn't help but be fascinated by her meticulous preparation routine. The clock ticking, we descended to the aroma of a delicious lunch prepared by Denise's caring Mom, setting the stage for our day.

"Alliah, come join us for lunch," Tita called out, prompting Denise to fetch her younger sister.

I assisted Tita in setting the table, appreciating the aromatic dishes that filled the air. Alliah's curiosity about the menu provided a delightful distraction, and soon, the three of us sat down to share stories and laughter over a home-cooked meal.

After lunch, I volunteered to tackle the post-meal cleanup, giving Tita a well-deserved break. Our simple moments of domesticity served as a grounding contrast to the impending transition into dormitory life.

In the midst of the warm family atmosphere, I found myself feeling a sense of gratitude for the support Denise's family provided. It was a moment of quiet reflection before the storm of change that awaited us.

As the afternoon progressed, the realization of our imminent move to the school's dormitory sank in. Tita's advice and Alliah's emotional farewell lingered in the air as we gathered our belongings. Denise called her mom, and soon, we were ready to venture into the next phase of our academic journey.

Manong Ronnie, ever the reliable chauffeur, drove us to the school. The atmosphere in the car was a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation as we neared our destination. Once at the school gate, we bid farewell to Manong Ronnie and made our way to the Dean's office.

A polite knock, and we were welcomed by the Dean's assistant. "Good afternoon, ma'am. Yes, we're the new students," we chimed in unison, catching the attention of passing students with curious glances.

"Follow me. I'll take you to the Girl's dormitory," the assistant guided us through the labyrinth of hallways. The sidelong glances from fellow students added an air of intrigue to our arrival, leaving us wondering what secrets the school held.

As we approached the dormitory, the anticipation heightened. The assistant opened the door, revealing a space that would soon become our home. Roommates awaited, and the unknown adventures of dorm life beckoned, promising a tapestry of experiences that would shape our high school years.

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