Zara let out a soft sigh as she turned to the next page, her eyes skimming over the familiar handwriting.
'I'm starting to like this new school. I've even made a few friends. But my little sister—the introvert—still hasn't managed to make any. She just sits in a quiet spot with her drawing book, scribbling away.'
Zara chuckled softly at the memory. It was true—she had struggled in those early days. While she hadn't shown her unease as openly as Nora, she had been just as unsettled, aching for her old friends and the school she had left behind. But she had kept it to herself, burying the homesickness beneath sketches.
She remembered those days, tucking herself into a quiet corner, filling page after page with designs—whatever ideas drifted into her mind. It was her escape, her way of keeping the rest of the world at bay.
