Other World

Chapter 1: First Day in Class

As Richard began to enter his classroom, I began to tighten up second by second. The other pupils, who appeared to be playing, fell silent. They began to speak in hushed tones, filled with horror and bewilderment, as if the person in front of them was a horrible illness."Watch out, he's on his way!""How dare he come here instead of simply transferring to another school?""Are you still frantic to get to school, or are you insane?"It's quite difficult to simply move."Besides, if he's here, there'll be a lot of trouble, not really, really," says the narrator."Surprisingly, he is quite powerful; certainly, he is aware that he is opposed to one institution, but he still wishes to study here!"

"If he's arrived, disaster is on the way; there's just something that doesn't add up," says the narrator.

"Father and mother aren't embarrassed to have a child like him," says the mother.

Richard was subjected to scathing criticism once more today, as he had been the previous days. 'Father and mother are not ashamed to have a child like him,' one of his acquaintances added.Richard tried to keep his eyes straight ahead, since he didn't want to observe his companions' antics. Not only that, but those piercing stares began to follow him around the room at all times.He came to a halt in front of a filthy table that had never been cleaned. Even though there was a lot of fried rubbish, Richard was aware of who was acting inappropriately. Yes, who else but his friends' behavior, he began to sigh for a minute. Then he started putting his black suitcase on the passenger seat. A white sheet of paper with the words 'Stupid, get out of school' was also observed on the table.

During this time, he found that he didn't have any buddies among his peers. But an adversary who appeared to be antagonistic to him at all times. The class was always busy at initially, but since he arrived, it has been quiet. silent, silent, silent.

Normally, there is a broom and a garbage can in front of his class, but after he arrived today, these items are no longer visible. He was still hunting for the object, which he couldn't find because there wasn't any, only loneliness.

Only his pals do things this way, and they must expect Richard to clean it with his own hands. He did, however, usually have a small plastic bag in his bag. He took it out gently at first, then wiped the dirt into the plastic he was holding. Then he tossed the feces-filled plastic into a garbage can in another classroom.

While the other students remained mute and merely gave the young man a cynical glance, a few of them began to snort in irritation. Some people were staring at him, silently moaning.

He started washing his hands with liquid soap in the toilet once he finished throwing it away. Even though the seat must be shared by two individuals, he always sits alone. No one wanted to hang out with him, of course. Many of his peers refer to him as "Stupid Youth," yet he is not insane; rather, he is unique.

The entry bell rang, and the whispers faded away, signaling that the class was becoming silent. They simply await the arrival of a teacher or their homeroom instructor.

Mrs. Lina is commencing Language 1 in the 11th grade, which is, of course, Richard's class. A teacher entered the classroom and smiled as she introduced herself. Mrs. Lina exclaimed, "Good Morning, Kids!"

"Good morning, Miss Lina!" said the students, but Richard remained mute.

Today you will be joined by a new acquaintance. Mrs. Lina began to look outside the classroom as she continued, "This acquaintance of yours is a transfer from Jakarta at SMA Cahaya Melati." Sure enough, the new boy's figure was standing there. "Come in here, youngster," I said.

Beginning to enter the classroom was a black-haired female student with shoulder-length hair. 

He was standing in the middle of the room, right next to Mrs. Lina, peering at the other pupils' expressions.

He didn't want to stare at the girl at first, but there was something odd about the new student's form. Could it be that if a figure followed him from behind, it wasn't a human but rather a ghost?

Richard returned his gaze to the youngster and muttered, "He's a ghost patch?" Richard continued to look at the girl.

Friends, good morning. Lisa Claura Santiana is my name. Please, please, please, be friends, "Lisa began to offer her friends a little smile as she said this.

Please don't sit next to me. I implore you, "Richard whispered, his expression beginning to alter.

"How about you sit with Richard instead?" says the narrator.

"Please excuse me, ma'am, but who is Richard? I'm a newcomer to this site "Lisa smiled as she said this.

"So, how about it, mother? What's the deal with that strange young man you're sitting with?"

"It's not right, Mom! Right, he's welcome to take a seat!"

"Mother, what's up with that?"

Mrs. Lina has no choice but to try to calm down her class, which is becoming increasingly boisterous.

"You can't do that since he's also a buddy of yours. I don't want to see you guys with Richard like this." Mrs. Lina began to grin. "Richard, please have a seat."

Richard finally stood up, whether he liked it or not. Meanwhile, Lisa has just discovered that the person seated next to her is Richard. The person was now approaching him carefully. A nasty female figure with a rotting face and a foul odor. Not to mention the wounds on his neck. His leg was also broken.

Why is this new child so odd, and how can it have a spirit attached to it? Has he ever sinned? Is it possible that the figure was pursuing Lisa?