Female boarding school students—where even the teachers were only women—start getting pregnant one by one. When the principal decides to place a hidden camera on the premises, she panics at what she discovers.
In front of the classroom, Claire held the chalk firmly, drawing the main properties of polynomial equations on the board. As the math teacher for the third year of high school at the New Hope Girls’ Boarding School, she was already used to the rigorous teaching routine and the students’ disciplined silence. While explaining the lesson, she let her gaze travel across the class. Something caught her attention at the back of the room.
Lisa, one of the most dedicated students in that group, was acting strangely. Her eyes were downcast, and from time to time, she would place her hand on her belly, rubbing it slowly, then bring it up to her mouth as if holding back nausea. The math teacher frowned. In addition to the odd behavior, the young girl was wearing a long hoodie—completely inappropriate for a hot, sunny afternoon.
Claire interrupted her explanation and turned to the student. “Lisa, are you okay?”
The girl quickly lifted her eyes, looking startled. She tried to answer, but at that same moment, her expression changed. With one hand covering her mouth, she stood up abruptly and ran out of the room.
“Lisa!” Claire called, dropping the chalk on the desk and hurrying after the student.
In the hallway, she found the student kneeling on the floor, throwing up. “My God,” she murmured, approaching carefully.
The young girl took a deep breath, trying to pull herself together. Then she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned to the teacher. “I’m sorry, teacher. It was just a bit of sickness.”
But Claire was no fool. Something was wrong. She knelt next to the student, trying to offer support. Realizing Lisa was somewhat dizzy, she held her by the shoulders—and felt something different under the hoodie.
The math teacher froze.
It wasn’t just any swelling. The belly was hard. Firm. Rounded.
Claire’s heart raced. The thought that came to her mind seemed impossible.
“Lisa, I’m taking you to the hospital. Right now.”
The young girl’s eyes went wide, and she shook her head quickly. “No! I’m fine. There’s no need.”
Claire took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “Trust me, you’ll be fine. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
Lisa hesitated but realized she had no choice. She swallowed hard and, without further protest, agreed.
Claire notified Tara, the English teacher, to take over her class, got authorization for Lisa to leave, and drove her to the nearest hospital. On the way, the teacher tried not to be intrusive but asked a few questions.
“How long have you been feeling this nausea?”
Lisa hesitated. “It’s been a while.”
Claire remained silent for a few moments. “Any other symptoms? Fatigue? Dizziness? Any changes in your body?”
Lisa didn’t answer immediately. She looked out the car window, as though deciding whether to tell the truth. Then, with a sigh, she lifted her hoodie.
The protruding belly became visible, and Claire caught her breath.
“Five months,” the student said quietly.
The teacher felt a jolt go through her body. Five months.
The issue wasn’t just the unexpected pregnancy. The most frightening part was that it simply made no sense.
New Hope Boarding School was known not only for its rigorous teaching but also for its extremely restrictive rules. Men were prohibited from entering the grounds—not even delivery personnel could go beyond the gates. If anything needed to be received, the principal or a teacher handled it outside. Renovations? Only women were hired. Family visits? Only mothers, aunts, grandmothers, or sisters.
And Lisa had been there for seven uninterrupted months. Seven months with no contact with the outside world.
So… how was this possible?
Claire took a deep breath and decided not to pressure the student. First, they needed a precise diagnosis.
When they arrived at the hospital, they were seen by Dr. Erica. As soon as the doctor saw Lisa in that uniform and with the rounded belly, her eyes widened. Erica knew that boarding school—before becoming a doctor, she herself had been a student there.
Without wasting time, she ran the necessary tests. And as expected, the result was positive for pregnancy.
The doctor also performed an ultrasound. On the screen, a tiny baby appeared, moving around calmly. Lisa’s heart pounded when she heard the sound of the strong, rapid heartbeat.
Erica looked at the young girl and asked, “Lisa, have you only recently enrolled at the boarding school?”
Teacher Claire, still in shock, answered on the student’s behalf. “No. Lisa has been there for seven months—since the start of the school year. With no contact with anyone from outside.”
A heavy silence settled over the office. The three women exchanged glances. This pregnancy made no sense—but it was real.
At that moment, Erica could no longer contain her curiosity and asked Lisa directly, “Have you been involved with anyone in the last few months?”
Lisa looked away, clearly uncomfortable. After a few seconds of silence, she answered in a low voice, “I would rather not talk about that.”
The doctor exchanged a worried look with Claire but respected the young girl’s decision without pushing further. She finished the exams and signed Lisa’s release.
Lisa thanked Erica and asked the teacher to take her back to the boarding school.
The ride back was quiet. Claire drove, but her mind raced with questions. After a few minutes—which felt like an eternity—she decided to break the silence.
“Lisa, as soon as we get there, you and I will talk to the principal. Then, we’ll need to inform your parents.”
The young girl’s eyes went wide, and she felt panic rising within her. Tears welled in her eyes. She shook her head rapidly.
“No! Please, teacher Claire. No one can know. Give me some time. I need time.”
Claire felt her heart tighten. As a teacher, she had responsibilities and rules to follow—but at the same time, she saw the fear in Lisa’s eyes. She took a long, deep breath before responding.
“Lisa, I understand you’re scared. But we can’t hide this for long. Your belly will soon be bigger. The other teachers, the principal—everyone will notice. I can’t just ignore this situation.”
Lisa quickly wiped her tears and insisted, “Just a few more days, teacher. Please. I’ll tell everyone myself. I just need to get ready.”
Claire hesitated. She knew this went against the boarding school’s regulations, but she also remembered her own youth. At 19, she had gotten pregnant and faced the fear of rejection and judgment. She knew the weight that this represented for Lisa.
With a lump in her throat, she gave in.
“All right. But on one condition: you have to tell me how this happened.”
The young girl’s expression changed completely. A tense look crossed her face, and she averted her gaze to the car window.
“I… I can’t.”
Claire frowned. “What do you mean, you can’t? You know this isn’t normal. Lisa, at the boarding school, there are no men. So… how?”
Lisa interrupted her with a whisper. “If I tell… other people will get hurt.”
Silence filled the car. Claire felt a chill run down her spine.
Something was very wrong.
When they arrived at the boarding school, Principal Carrie was already waiting for them—alongside Tara, the English teacher. As soon as Lisa got out of the car, Carrie was direct.
“What happened to you?”
Claire took a deep breath, carefully choosing her words before speaking for the student. “It was just a bit of sickness, Miss Carrie. Nothing serious. The doctor recommended rest, so Lisa will be excused from activities for today and tomorrow.”
The principal narrowed her eyes, suspicious—but since she trusted Teacher Claire, she accepted the explanation.
“Very well. Go to your room and rest.”
Lisa nodded quickly and headed to her dorm. However, Tara didn’t seem convinced.
Hours later, when they were alone in the teacher’s lounge, she crossed her arms and said, “Claire, tell me the truth. Lisa is pregnant, isn’t she?”
The math teacher’s eyes widened, surprised by her friend’s perception—but she soon lowered her shoulders, knowing it was useless to lie.
“Yes, Tara. She’s pregnant.”
The English teacher sighed, bringing her hand to her forehead. “I knew it. But how? How is that even possible? These girls haven’t left the boarding school in seven months.”
Claire shook her head, frustrated. “I don’t know either. I tried to ask, but she doesn’t want to talk. She only said that if she told the truth, it would hurt other people.”
Tara’s eyes went wide. “That’s really strange. Claire, you’re going to tell Miss Carrie, right?”
Claire hesitated. She felt a tightness in her chest as she remembered the desperate look on Lisa’s face.
“She asked me for some time before telling everyone. I promised I would wait a few days. I know it’s against the rules, but I think she needs that.”
Tara took a deep breath and folded her arms. “That bomb is going to blow up in your face, my friend. And when it does, I don’t want to be around.”
But Tara had no idea she would soon be far more involved in that mystery than she could imagine.
While the two were talking, they were interrupted by Lisa herself, who burst into the room, out of breath.
“Teacher Claire! Help me! Another student is sick!”
Both teachers got up immediately and followed Lisa to one of the boarding school’s bathrooms. Inside, they found Beatrice, a third-year student, kneeling by the toilet, throwing up.
Tara felt her chest tighten when she recognized the student. Beatrice was one of her best—always very reserved and dedicated, and winner of several writing contests.
But then, as Beatrice tried to stand, something caught the teacher’s attention.
She was wearing light clothing—without the long hoodie some of the students had been wearing lately.
At that moment, Claire and Tara saw it.
Her belly was protruding. Rounded.
Just like Lisa’s.
Claire raised her hand to her mouth. Tara grabbed the sink for support.
Lisa lowered her head.
The truth was obvious.
Beatrice was also pregnant.
And in that instant, Claire and Tara realized something even more frightening.
Lisa wasn’t the only one.
Something was happening inside New Hope Boarding School.
Something very, very wrong.
Tara stood frozen for a few seconds. What was happening felt like a nightmare. She looked at Beatrice, whose eyes were still filled with tears—then at Lisa, who kept her head down.
“We have to tell the principal. We have to solve this now,” Tara said, trying to stay calm.
But Beatrice quickly grabbed her hand, pleading.
“Please, teacher… don’t.” Her voice trembled. “If Miss Carrie finds out, she’ll tell our parents. And that can’t happen.”
Tara hesitated. Beatrice had always been an exemplary student, and seeing her in that state shook anyone to the core.
Claire, who had so far remained silent, sensed her colleague’s dilemma and sighed, attempting to stay calm.
“Girls, I understand that you’re scared. But this is already out of control. We need to figure out what’s going on.”
The young girls exchanged glances, and a tense silence took over the room.
Finally, Lisa raised her eyes.
“It’s not just the two of us,” she whispered.
Claire and Tara looked at each other, confused.
“What do you mean by that?” Tara asked.
The two students glanced at each other before Beatrice answered.
“All of them. All the girls wearing hoodies… are actually hiding a pregnancy.”
A chill ran down the teachers’ spines. Claire raised her hand to her mouth, utterly incredulous.
It couldn’t be true.
Without wasting time, Claire asked Tara to stay with the two of them while she went around the boarding school, looking for the other girls who, in recent days, had been wearing long hoodies.
She went from dorm to dorm, calling each one. They were all gathered in the volleyball court—a closed area that was empty at that time. Tara appeared soon after, accompanied by Lisa and Beatrice.
Claire, trying to keep her composure, approached the group.
“Take off your hoodies,” she ordered, her tone firm but not harsh.
Some of the girls hesitated, murmuring excuses.
“I’m cold,” one said.
“I feel uncomfortable without it,” another tried.
But Tara took the lead.
“Girls, there’s no point hiding anymore. We already know the truth. Now, we want to see it with our own eyes.”
With no other choice, one by one, they began to lift their hoodies.
Claire and Tara were shocked by what they saw.
All those girls were indeed pregnant.
Eleven.
Eleven pregnant young girls—in a female boarding school where no men were allowed.
Tara felt her legs tremble.
“This… this is impossible,” she murmured.
Claire, struggling to organize her thoughts, took a deep breath and crossed her arms.
“If you don’t want to tell us what’s going on, we’ll have to call the principal.”
At that moment, Beatrice stepped forward, desperation on her face.
“No! Not Miss Carrie! She’ll tell our parents. Please, teacher, don’t do that.”
Claire and Tara exchanged glances—but they knew they had no other choice. The situation was entirely out of control.
“Stay here,” Claire asked Tara. “I’ll go talk to the principal myself.”
Carrie, a strong-willed woman who had been running the boarding school for 20 years, was seated in her office, reviewing student files, when Claire knocked on the door.
“Teacher Claire?” the principal asked, furrowing her brow. “What happened?”
Claire hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully.
“Principal… we have a problem. A serious problem. I think you need to see it for yourself.”
Carrie’s eyes went wide, her hand instinctively going to her heart.
“What happened? What’s so serious?” she asked, already uneasy.
Claire swallowed hard and simply motioned for her to follow.
Together, they hurried to the volleyball court. Upon entering, Carrie looked at the students gathered there and frowned.
“Teacher Claire, what’s going on? They all look fine—”
But before Claire could respond, Lisa stepped forward with a determined look. She took off her hoodie and was left wearing only a thin T-shirt, which highlighted her obvious belly.
Carrie felt her blood run cold.
“What… what is this?” she stammered.
Tara then asked the other girls to do the same.
One by one, the girls began to remove their hoodies.
The principal’s heart pounded.
Eleven rounded bellies.
Carrie felt her breath catch. The world went dark around her—and in an instant, she fainted right there, collapsing to the floor with a dull thud.
“Principal!” Claire shouted, rushing to catch her.
The girls gathered around quickly, panicking. Tara knelt beside her while Beatrice ran off to get a glass of water.
A few minutes later, when Carrie finally came to, she looked around, confused.
“I had a horrible nightmare,” she murmured. “The girls in the boarding school were all pregnant.”
But then she saw the tense faces around her. She saw the girls standing there, frightened—and the rounded bellies that exposed the truth.
She brought her hands to her head, horror washing over her.
“My God,” she muttered, feeling her blood run cold. “How is this possible?”
Tara folded her arms and sighed. “That’s what we’re trying to find out.”
After Carrie drank some sugar water, Claire told her everything she knew about the students’ pregnancies. She described how she had helped Lisa, taken her to the hospital, the doctor’s diagnosis, and the moment when Beatrice revealed that other girls were also pregnant.
Claire explained that she had intended to tell the truth sooner but was waiting to gather more information. Tara added that as soon as they realized how serious the situation was, they decided to inform the principal immediately.
Carrie, still recovering from the shock, nodded—and with an authoritative tone, demanded that the students explain what had happened. How had they gotten pregnant?
Silence filled the room—until Sophia, one of the more rebellious students, stepped forward with her arms crossed. She gave her classmates a defiant look and declared:
“We shouldn’t say anything. We have to make a pact of silence.”
Beatrice’s eyes went wide, startled by the suggestion.
“But if we don’t talk, the principal will tell our parents!” she argued.
“She’s going to tell them anyway,” Sophia retorted. “If we stay quiet, at least we’ll buy some time to figure a way out of this.”
Hesitantly, the pregnant girls exchanged glances—and one by one, agreed.
None of them would say a word.
Carrie, furious, was practically breathing fire.
“This is not a joke! You are obligated to tell us the truth!”
But the girls remained silent.
With no other choice, the principal announced that all of them would sleep in a separate dorm that night. The next day, she would decide on the next steps.
After that, Carrie met with Claire and Tara in her office. All three were visibly shaken.
“Are you going to tell their parents?” Claire asked.
Carrie took a deep breath before answering.
“Tell them what? We still don’t know what really happened.”
She did not want to jeopardize the boarding school’s reputation. She didn’t want to turn it into a scandal before understanding the situation.
How had those girls gotten pregnant if they had spent the last seven months with no contact with the outside world?
Tara nodded but brought up another question.
“And how will we find out the truth if they insist on remaining silent?”
Carrie flashed a cunning smile.
“They might not speak with words… but they’ll speak with their actions.”
Tara and Claire exchanged confused looks.
“Teacher Claire, Teacher Tara,” the principal continued, “do you know what this boarding school is missing to make it even safer and more respected?”
Both teachers shook their heads.
“Security cameras.”
The principal explained that she would not judge the students or punish them for now—nor would she inform their families about the pregnancies. But secretly, she would place cameras all around the school. That way, she could catch the girls in the act and finally discover what was going on.
The teachers smiled, confident that the plan would work.
The next morning, Carrie gathered the students and announced that, for the time being, nothing would be done against them. She assured them that the boarding school would go on as usual and that, in a few days, once they thought things over, they would end up confessing.
But behind her gentle words, the plan was already in motion.
With the help of Claire and Tara, the principal secretly installed cameras in several strategic spots around the boarding school.
However, a week went by—and nothing.
No suspicious activity. No leads.
The girls continued their routines as usual. The principal spent hours reviewing the footage, hoping to catch something unusual—but everything seemed absolutely normal.
The mystery remained:
How did those girls get pregnant if there weren’t any men in the boarding school?
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The Midnight Discovery
One day, Claire and Tara walked into the principal’s office, both anxious to see if Carrie had discovered anything. However, they found the principal sitting in front of her computer, visibly frustrated—her eyes tired from analyzing the recordings.
“I haven’t found anything,” Carrie exclaimed, rubbing her temples. “I reviewed all the footage, and there’s no clue—not even the slightest sign of how these girls got pregnant.”
Claire frowned, thinking hard, until an idea occurred to her. She turned to the principal and asked, “Have you checked the nighttime footage?”
Carrie raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “No. Why would I? At night, they should all be asleep. We have curfew.”
Tara, who had been listening quietly, folded her arms and quoted a popular saying: “But it’s at night that the mice have their feast.”
Carrie and Claire exchanged looks, taking in the idea. Without wasting time, the three sat down at the computer and began reviewing the last few nights’ recordings. They scrolled through the video timeline, speeding up where there was no movement—until suddenly, Claire’s eyes widened, and she pointed at the screen.
“Bingo.”
The footage showed something unexpected.
Every night, a group of students would sneak out of their dorms and head to the school garden—where they grew vegetables and greens. They stayed there for about two hours and then returned to their rooms.
Carrie jumped up, determination flashing in her eyes.
“Tonight, we’ll find out what’s really going on. Once and for all.”
The Secret Passage
When night fell, the three of them stayed in the principal’s office, keeping their eyes glued to the security cameras. As expected, a little after midnight, the girls left their dorms and went to the garden—without making a sound.
Carrie and the teachers left the office and stealthily followed the students. From a distance, they saw the girls enter a small shed by the wall—where tools and gardening supplies were stored.
The three women looked at each other.
What were they doing there? How could this be related to the pregnancies?
Carefully, Carrie turned the doorknob and opened the shed door—but to her surprise, the place was completely empty. There was no sign of the girls.
Tara and Claire exchanged confused looks.
How was that possible? They had seen the students go in—but now, there wasn’t anyone there.
Then Claire raised her hand, asking for silence. All three held their breath, trying to pick up any noise.
And then, they heard it.
A muffled sound.
Footsteps.
But not inside the shed.
Beneath it.
Carrie’s eyes went wide, her heart racing. Scanning the floor with her gaze, she noticed a small iron hatch, discreetly hidden in a corner of the shed. She approached it, her fingers trembling with anxiety—and with effort, she pulled it open.
Underneath it, an iron ladder led to a dark tunnel.
Carrie took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the discovery. She knew that city like the back of her hand—and realized exactly what that underground passage meant.
Before the boarding school was built, decades ago, that region was completely different. Streets and houses had been erected chaotically, without planning. Only when the elite began moving to the city was a major modernization project carried out.
During that restructuring, all the old sewer lines were deactivated, replaced, or relocated—so that new residential areas could be built.
Everything made sense now.
Below the boarding school ran one of those old sewer lines—that had been deactivated for years. And one of the entrances was right there—in the tool shed.
The place that used to be a road was now an apparently harmless space, used only for storing gardening items.
But the students had discovered it.
Somehow, they found the entrance—and began using it as a secret passage.
With a tense expression, Carrie turned to Claire and Tara, who looked just as stunned as she was.
“They went down here,” she murmured. “They used this passage to sneak out every night.”
Without hesitation, the principal gripped the edge of the hatch and started down the ladder—determined to uncover the whole truth.
Lighting their way with their phones, the three women descended and followed the narrow corridor. The damp smell filled the air, and the echo of their own footsteps heightened the tension.
A few meters later, the truth finally came to light.
They were in the other boarding school in town.
The boys’ boarding school.
The Shocking Truth
The shock was immediate.
The students’ eyes went wide when they saw the principal and teachers there. Some screamed, attracting attention. The commotion was so great that soon, the director and teachers of the boys’ boarding school arrived—trying to understand what was happening.
And in that moment, everything clicked.
All this time, the students from both schools had been secretly meeting—using an old, deactivated sewer line connecting the two schools.
The next day, the parents of all the students involved were called to an emergency meeting. Carrie explained what had happened—and despite the parents’ outrage, she made it clear that the blame did not lie solely with the students.
The excessively strict rules imposed by both boarding schools—and by the parents themselves—had created a repressive environment where the young people, upon finding a loophole, acted without thinking of the consequences.
The parents were shocked by the revelation. Some were furious, others incredulous—but most were forced to admit that the excessive rigidity had created a setting ripe for secrets and recklessness.
The attempt to keep the teenagers isolated from the outside world had only led them to find ways to break the rules.
