The next two years were a journey — beautiful, painful, messy.
At first, it was everything Klaus dreamed of. The secret smiles across crowded halls, the warmth of Kelly's
hand in his, the quiet moments when the world felt perfect.
But love, they soon realized, was not simple.
Klaus's focus shattered. The boy who once topped his class now skipped lessons just to be near Kelly.
His grades slipped; teachers whispered their concerns. Parents questioned, but Klaus ignored them, lost
in the gravity of Kelly's presence.
Kelly, too, was imperfect. Her brilliance sometimes made her brittle. She was careless with herself —
forgetting meals, losing sleep, letting frustrations spill over. They argued — often over small things that
ballooned into hurtful words. Yet, they made up, clinging to the love they believed would survive
anything.
But beneath the surface, doubt grew.
One cold, rainy afternoon, Kelly's patience broke. She told Klaus she couldn't continue. The weight of
their troubles and the fear of what others thought led her to confide in the headmaster about Klaus's
slipping performance.
Klaus was summoned. Publicly reprimanded. His parents called. He denied everything but the damage
was done.
Expelled