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,”
Allen Mar moved his head to the direction of Well, which was on his left side. “Obviously, they hate you,” he said plainly. The tone of his voice was dead, and he spoke it in such a robotic way. “They are hating everything of you, everything about you, and everything that you are doing and you will do. They want you gone. Disappear. Or whatever. I don’’t know anything else apart from the mere fact that you should stay away from any of them because even God does not know what are those lunatics capable to do.” Well finished his statement with a heavy sigh. “Just. . . Just smile at them and don’t make it obvious that you are fearing them. Showing that you are intimidated will only progress their motive of doing something– if, by any chance, they are planning so.” Well leaned on the backrest of his chair and pretended that he was paying attention to the writings scribbled on the white board in the front. “But why are they hating me? Why are they going to do something to me, when as far
It was lunchtime when Well and Allen Mar decided to go for a visit downtown because there is where a famous restaurant serving affordable yet delicious foods stood. According to Allen Mar, it seemed like a hideout– hidden away from the public. It was there even before the reform of New Bill had occurred, but still, only a few people were able to hear and visit the place. “I think I should warn you in advance,” Allen Mar said as soon as they set themselves free from the classroom, their bags dangling on their arms and they seemed to not have any plans of wearing them behind their backs. “It is not the kind of a restaurant you would expect. The ambiance is different, the concept of the place is different, the foods they serve are different, and even the people that serve are different.” Allen Mar kicked a bottled water out of the way. “I actually love exploring different foods from different cuisine. I get that. I am not really a picky eater, and thankfully, I do not have any allergi