The next day was Sunday and Well did not do anything except to prepare himself for the opening of school tomorrow. He had already ready his bag on the swivel chair beside his side table. Although nothing had been tossed inside it yet, Well was convinced he was going to have a productive day. He went to a grocery store earlier today, and there he made sure that he was going to have a good and fair amount of writing pads, pens, notebooks, highlighters, and a lot more of the usual school supplies. It had only been a few hours since the sun officially decided to light up the place, and Well had not taken any meals yet. As a matter of fact, he had not eaten anything since yesterday when he got home after a long walk with Jacel May, who got weirder and weirder the longer Well walked with her back to the City Central Plaza. Well moved to the closet and managed his clothes from his suitcases. Ever since he arrived here in his hotel room three days ago, he had only been able to unpack one out

After roughly five minutes of driving, the taxi driver finally landed Well in front of the school gate successfully. There, outside of the whopping and Gargantuan red gate of the school, hundreds of students nicely suited and dressed in their school outfits looking so damn expensive flooded the place. As soon as he got off of the taxi car, he immediately blended with the crowd without even realizing it. He paid the kind taxi man his fare free, and even managed to double it to make amends with him as a sign of appreciation because the driver bothered to cater Well’s emergency service request. “Thank you so much, I really appreciate the service,” Well said as he smiled, facing the driver the driver’s seat. “As much as I want to have more chitchats with you, I am afraid I cannot do so because I am getting late. I hope to catch up with you anytime soon,” Well said. Even though he really meant what he had said, he could not deny the fact that he was saying it in the fastest way he can

He stepped into the classroom. He did not know the reason why, but the moment he had his full body entering the room, it felt like he got into a whole new different world. People inside, who were technically going to be his new classmates, started staring at him as if he was an enemy. As if he was never welcome there to begin with. Their eyes were blazing in fires of hell. And their gazes, only if they were as sharp as knives, Well would have ended up chopped into pieces already. The tension and the grit were so overwhelming that Well could not help but step back. Suddenly, the excitement had been replaced with fear. The joy had been replaced with tremor. All of sudden, he did not want to be there anymore. All of a sudden, he did not want to enter and continue at all. But then, his legs were frozen. His toes were numb, and he could not feel a single vein functioning. If it was not because of the teacher, his adviser, who bothered himself from crossing the entire aisle of the classro

Well Smith had only one thing to do in mind the moment he realized that the class had been dismissed. Her new mission for the day was to befriend Allen Mar Corton, and ask him all the stuff Well felt like he needed to know. Obviously, like him, Well was a newly migrated student, too. The way he spoke, the way he looked, and even the way he form his ideas out of nothing would tell so much that he was not a native citizen of New Bill. Well needed to figure out where hee came from, why he chose to study here, and why he believed that the New Bill and the citizens living in it were hypocrites and crooked. When the class was over, Well waited for almost all of his classmates to depart and empty the room so he could have his time to talk to Allen Mar. It was a matter of right timing and perfect execution. He need to think through his words, choose the right questions, and of course, be friendly. He still had no idea what kind of person Allen Mar was. He could be an introvert or an extro

Allen Mar and Well had began to form the kind of friendship that Well had just wanted to have ever since the moment he lost connection with Joross, the first friend he was supposed to made. But after his disappearance, Well knew that he was going to have a hard time replacing him. He thought Daniel was the guy. He thought Daniel was going to replace what Joross had left for Well– a friendship the will last for four years of his stay here in New Bill. But he was wrong. Because the moment he met Daniel but got denied that they were close, was also the moment Well had realized that he befriended a fake person. But how possible would it be knowing that he talked to the same person? The face was the same. The voice was the same. The height was the same. And pretty much every single detail of him was the same. Would there be a chance that it was his doppelganger? Or an identical twin brother? Or it was indeed just the same person who had come to a sudden and last minute conclusion that Well