Her first 'normal' friend

Electra's POV 

 Standing in the middle of the hallway, I folded my arms across my chest and let out a slow breath, struggling to get myself together. Despite the commotion, I stood frozen in place, not because I didn't know where I was supposed to go, but because I couldn't quite wrap my head around the absurdity of it all.

Class 4.

It wasn't just a number; it was a downgrade. In my real life—as Electra Vale—I had been a student of Class 5, one step below the elite Class 6 and far removed from the rabble of Class 4. 

 Yet here I was, thanks to this alternate reality, preparing to step into the shoes of Seraphina, who was a student of class 4. I couldn't decide whether I was more amused or annoyed.

 I let out a soft scoff, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. The thought of redoing Class 4 wasn't as infuriating as it should have been, and in a way, it was almost entertaining.