Chapter 9 ~Casper~

STANDING AT THE FRONT OF THE CLASSROOM, I am the center of attention, and you can almost taste the excitement in the air. The class leader, Sarah, clears her throat and announces, “Everyone, this is Casper, but you can call him Snow White. He's a new student, and I'm sure you'll all make him feel right at home.”

I give a small smile and nod hello, my sharp senses catching the flood of curious whispers—a storm of interest and excitement. A girl in the front row leans toward her friend and whispers, “He's really good-looking. I wonder where he's from.”

“I heard he's from some small town up north,” her friend whispers back.

With a confident walk, I make my way to the desk they've given me, feeling the energy in the room. Sarah's introduction hasn't been enough for my new classmates. I smile politely at the people around me, but the whispers continue, spreading through the room like wildfire.

Just then, someone from the back of the class calls out, “Hey Snow White, did you bring any dwarv