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. “
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
As soon as the class had started, Well and Allen Mar knew that this was going to be another episode of keeping up with the lunatics. They were sitting together at the back when all of a sudden, in a spur of a moment, just as when the teacher turned around to write something on the white board, the two felt something strange. Though, not really the two of them. It was just Well. He was feeling a little endangered. He was not sure if Allen Mar felt the same or not, but as for him, this had happened to him during the first period and now it was happening again to him. All of his classmates turned at him. They all looked angry. Their eyes were flaming in anger and dismay, and it was not just the kind of look that would definitely shake Well to the core, but it was also the kind of look that would give him the craziest trauma he could possibly have. He consulted Allen Mar about it, all the long while the teacher had still yet turn around and face the entire class she was handling. “Hey,”