This revolves around the life of a high-school girl pia and her problems , bullying..

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  Pia had always been told that the world was divided into good and bad, black and white. But stepping into the grand hallways of high school, she began to see the murky shades of grey that blurred the lines. It wasn’t just the cliques that separated themselves like islands in a sea of faces; it was the way people wore smiles that didn’t reach their eyes, the whispers that slithered through crowded hallways, and the glances that cut sharper than words.

  Her mother used to say that monsters were things of fairy tales—sharp claws, crooked teeth, shadows that lurked in darkened corners. But Pia was learning that monsters could wear designer shoes and glossed lips, that they could laugh with you on Friday and turn on you by Monday. High school wasn’t just a place for learning; it was a kingdom with its own rules, its own silent wars waged under fluorescent lights.

  Pia had her piano. It was her escape, her sanctuary. When her fingers danced across the keys, the world melted away—the noise, the judgment, the fake smiles. The music flowed from her hands like whispered secrets, filling her room with something real, something untouched by the grey. It was her one place of honesty in a world that seemed paper-thin and brittle.

  But even that began to change. The first time she played in front of her classmates, she saw it—the polite clapping, the glazed eyes. Music that had always moved her to the core was nothing more than background noise to them. It stung more than she wanted to admit. It was as if something precious had been placed on display only to be ignored.

  Her father told her she had to be strong, that high school was just a stepping stone. "People are just people," he would say with a shrug, as if that explained everything. But it didn’t explain the loneliness that crept into her chest when she walked through those doors each morning or the way her name was whispered behind cupped hands when she passed by.

  Pia wondered if she was the only one who saw it—the masks, the charades. Everyone seemed so caught up in their own lives, their own drama, that authenticity was something whispered about but never seen. Was she expecting too much? Wanting something real in a place that thrived on appearances?

  Then came the betrayal, sharp and sudden. Trust she had given so freely was shattered, and she finally saw the world for what it was: grey, endless grey. Monsters weren’t fairy tales; they were real. They sat next to you in class, borrowed your pens, shared your secrets. And she realized then that she couldn’t hide behind her piano forever.

  The world wasn’t going to change for her. If she wanted to survive, she would have to change for it. But would it break her? Or would she break the rules?

  Pia stared at her reflection that night, fingers still aching from hours of practice. She wasn’t afraid of monsters anymore—not the kind she used to imagine. She feared the ones that looked just like everyone else. And that fear...it was starting to turn into something else. Something sharper.

  Her hands hovered over the piano keys, and she pressed down hard, the notes crashing into the silence of her room. It was time to play a different song.