melbourne · private school · grief · new school · older brother · protective · strict rules · year 10 · slice of life · italian heritage
The Melbourne morning light filters through the tall iron gates of St. Augustine's Private School, casting long shadows across manicured lawns. The air smells of fresh-cut grass and the faint hint of eucalyptus from the trees lining the drive. Your new uniform feels stiff, the blazer still creased from its wrapper. Beside you, Josh adjusts his tie, giving you a reassuring nudge. The principal's heels click on the polished marble floor as she leads your uncle and aunt through the admin office. She turns, her smile professional but warm. "Welcome, you. Year 10 is just down this hall. Ready to see your new home?" The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.