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Five minutes later, the classroom door opened again.
The noisy chatter of the students slowly faded as a tall man stepped inside.
It was their class teacher.
Mr. Phillip was a man in his early forties with neatly combed silver-streaked hair and calm grey eyes that carried both strictness and kindness. His posture was straight and confident, and the well-pressed shirt and dark tie he wore gave him a dignified appearance. Though he looked serious most of the time, the students knew he was a responsible teacher who genuinely cared about their safety.
He placed a stack of books on the desk and glanced at the class.
"Hey, students."
His voice was firm but gentle.
"Attention, please."
The classroom slowly fell silent.
Both the girls and boys straightened in their seats.
Everyone looked toward him attentively.
Mr. Phillip cleared his throat.
But before the lesson began, a brief memory flashed through his mind.
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Earlier that morning, in the principal's office.
The old principal had called him in for a serious discussion.
The principal leaned forward across the desk, his aged face filled with concern.
"If the students don't know about the horrific threats in their lives," the principal said gravely, "how will they learn to be careful?"
Mr. Phillip hesitated slightly.
"But sir," he replied cautiously, "the whole school—especially the girls—are crazy about those charming half-dead vampires."
He sighed.
"They admire them so much that they don't even care what horrible things those creatures can do to them."
His expression grew worried.
"I'm afraid talking about vampires will only increase their curiosity and cause more trouble."
The principal shook his head firmly.
"Everyone must understand how dangerous and vicious those vampires truly are."
His eyes sparkled with determination.
"They are immature. They don't understand the danger."
Then he placed a reassuring hand on Mr. Phillip's shoulder.
"It is your responsibility to educate them with lessons that might save their lives."
He smiled faintly.
"And Mr. Phillip… I believe you can do it."
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Back in the classroom.
Mr. Phillip looked at the students again.
"Today," he announced calmly, "I will tell you about vampires."
Immediately the room filled with whispers.
The boys began gossiping quietly among themselves.
Jose scrunched up his face in disgust.
"I hate vampires," he muttered loudly.
"They drink our blood."
He shuddered dramatically.
Antoni nodded in agreement.
"And the girls fantasize about them too much."
He shook his head.
"Disgusting."
From the doorway, Eric chuckled mischievously.
"But I wouldn't mind a pretty vampire lady drinking my blood," he joked, winking playfully.
"Especially if she's beautiful."
Jose burst into laughter.
Eric laughed again and added teasingly,
"At least it would be better to get bitten by a pretty vampire lady than getting beaten by a girl's heels."
His comment clearly referred to Rosy.
Several boys laughed loudly.
Antoni immediately frowned.
"Bastard," he muttered angrily.
He looked clearly annoyed.
Meanwhile, the girls on the other side of the classroom were having a completely different reaction.
Helena's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Vampires are extremely good-looking," she said dreamily.
Julia nodded enthusiastically.
"They're like glowing creatures with stunning beauty."
Maddie clasped her hands together with excitement.
"I want to marry a handsome vampire."
More whispers spread among the girls.
Many of them seemed fascinated rather than afraid.
Mr. Phillip rubbed his forehead slightly, already realizing how difficult this lecture was going to be.
Across the classroom, Daisy quietly observed everyone.
The reactions confused her.
Some people feared vampires.
Others admired them.
Some even fantasized about them.
The classroom buzzed with excitement, curiosity, and fear.
But Daisy could not shake the strange feeling inside her chest.
Because somewhere deep inside her mind…
The word vampire felt strangely personal.
And she did not yet know why.
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The classroom was buzzing with whispers.
Ever since Mr. Phillip had announced the topic of the day, excitement had spread among the students like wildfire.
Some were curious.
Some were fearful.
But many—especially the girls—were fascinated.
Among them, Ava sat quietly at her desk near the window.
Her round glasses reflected the sunlight, hiding the soft emotions in her eyes.
She listened carefully to every word the students said about vampires.
But she remained silent.
Deep inside her heart, Ava secretly adored the mysterious creatures.
To her, vampires were beautiful and tragic beings—cold, immortal, and irresistibly charming.
Yet she would never admit that aloud.
A girl like her, who was constantly judged and mocked for her appearance, had learned long ago to keep her thoughts to herself.
So she simply listened.
Quietly.
Absorbing every rumor, every whisper.
At the front of the class, Mr. Phillip raised his hand slightly.
"Alright, boys and girls," he said calmly.
"Calm down."
The chatter slowly softened, though not completely.
Then he asked,
"Can any of you tell me something about vampires?"
Several students glanced at each other.
But before anyone else could speak, Mr. Phillip looked toward the first row.
"Laura," he called.
"Why don't you tell us what you know about them?"
A few students immediately turned their heads.
Laura was the top student of the class.
She was known for her intelligence, ambition, and strict dedication to her studies.
Unlike most girls in school, she rarely wasted time gossiping or talking about boys.
She cared only about her grades.
Laura stood up calmly.
Her long pinkish hair fell softly over her shoulders, and her posture remained straight and confident.
Before Daisy had transferred to the school, Laura had been considered the second most beautiful girl in the class—right after Rosy.
Now, with Daisy's arrival, she had quietly slipped to third place.
Laura stood up and remained composed.
She spoke clearly.
"Vampires are extremely handsome and charming creatures," she said.
A dreamy expression appeared on several girls' faces.
"Almost everyone adores them."
Some students nodded enthusiastically.
Laura continued.
"Their skin looks like white marble—pale, smooth, almost glowing. Cold and hard like stone."
Her voice carried a strange admiration.
At the teacher's desk, Mr. Phillip froze slightly.
Inside his mind, a worried thought appeared.
Oh no… this is bad.
Even the most serious student in the class fantasizes about vampires.
He sighed quietly.
His shoulders drooped with disappointment.
"Alright," he said after a moment.
"You can sit down."
Laura nodded politely and returned to her seat.
Immediately the classroom filled with whispers again.
The girls began chatting excitedly.
Daisy, who had been listening silently until now, suddenly murmured to herself.
"Vampires…"
Her mind drifted into deep thought.
Something about that word felt strangely familiar.
Mr. Phillip looked around the classroom again.
"Anyone else?" he asked.
A hand slowly rose.
Daisy's.
"Me."
Mr. Phillip blinked slightly.
Then he nodded.
"Alright," he said.
"Stand up."
Daisy stood from her chair gracefully.
All eyes turned toward her.
Her calm voice echoed through the room.
"Vampires are vicious creatures that drink human blood in order to survive."
The classroom fell quieter.
"My family always told me to stay away from them," Daisy added.
Mr. Phillip's expression immediately brightened.
He smiled with satisfaction.
"Good."
Inside his mind, he thought,
She's smart.
"Sit down," he told her.
Daisy nodded and sat back in her seat.
But the silence didn't last long.
Soon the students began whispering again.
The boys were still gossiping among themselves.
The girls were even more excited.
Mr. Phillip rubbed his forehead in frustration.
"Hey, all of you," he said loudly.
"Pay attention."
But deep inside, he already knew the truth.
They're completely fascinated.
He sighed quietly.
The entire school is obsessed with vampires.
Then he glanced around the room again.
Especially the girls.
And that realization worried him more than anything else.
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