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
The day had finally come to life. The day he had been waiting for, but at the same time the day he had been fearing for. Ever since his phone had been stolen (or so he thought), and ever since his friend Joross disappeared, Well started to conclude that he will never be safe to enter the school alone. All of these chills and anxiety that he felt would have left when he had a friend by his side. But it turned out Well needed to face his social insecurities alone. Without the help of other people. After all, it would only take him some time to earn at least one friend again. He will be staying here for four years. He had all the time in this world to make friends and overcome the things he needed to overcome. Suited in his black and red tuxedo-type uniform, with a pin of the school on his chest, and a folded copy of the opening of school program on his right hand, Well fished for his backpack from the swivel chair next to his bedside table and walked past the mirror where he managed to
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
“Oh.” Well cleared his throat. Twice. He shot an empty gaze to Daniel, who had been slowly distancing himself away from him, and said, “Maybe I just mistaken you to be another person. My bad. I hope you understand. And I am so sorry for the confusion I have caused.” Well looked away,embarrassed of himself while at the same time confused of what the hell was going on right now. He knew to himself and he was so sure that it was Daniel he had been talking to. He could not be wrong. He was confident it was really him. But because the confusion and embarrassment had taken its toll to him, he just surrendered and backed off. Feeling defeated, he stayed away from Daniel, the guy in front of him, and bid his good bye. Daniel, on the other hand, only turned around and walked away. He did not utter any words. Not even one. Now, Well was left standing on the same position where Daniel left him– beside of the shrubs queuing all the way to the hallway going to the Don Benito Building. He was str
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 went to the only vacant seat inside of the room. It was located in the center; at the first room of the second column from the left. Well did not get why did he have to sit in front of the whole class, facing the teacher. He thought, was he being set up again? Was this part of the plan? In a room full of students beginning to hate him even though he did not do anything wrong to them to begin with because he had not met any of them before, will the teacher be his ally or just another enemy like the rest of them?Well sat on his chair. The eyes of his classmates had not shifted yet. He felt like they were stuck on him forever. But for quite some reasons, he thought that maybe it was just their own way of saying they did not like him. They will not do anything wrong to him, at least, and hating him was just enough. He took off his bag from his shoulders and then placed it on the floor, under his table. He looked in front where the teacher was standing, and took a quick glance on t
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
“I got here in New Bill two months ago. I came here all alone, and just like everybody else, I also thought of New Bill as the perfect city which will bring out the best in me– just like what the teacher has promised. Of course, I used to believe that other than the quality education that I will be getting here, I would also get satisfaction of living in a city that has complete opposite set of culture and norms different from what I used to back in my country,” Allen Mar started. He was looking at Well’s eyes all through out the course of his first statement, but then later on he looked away when he was about to reveal something. His eyes narrowed as he shot it across the series of mahogany trees in front of them. “However, everything has changed during the day that I got here.”Well’s eyes grew big. He knew it. It was another similarity again between him and Allen Mar. Something had happened to him on his first day here in New Bill, too, and that was how Allen Mar exactly said it. “