Nathan Lynch, carrying a black cartoon backpack, stood out in the crowd with his fair skin and handsome features. Perhaps because he was new to the school and still unfamiliar with his surroundings, Nathan Lynch kept his head slightly lowered, not saying a word, a stark contrast to the noisy crowd around him.
"Why doesn't Nathan Lynch ever talk? My mom says kids who don't speak are mutes."
"Why did Nathan Lynch transfer to our class? He's so quiet. I asked him how old he is, and he wouldn't tell me."
"Everyone, stay away from Nathan Lynch. I heard he likes to hit people."
...
Nathan Lynch ignored the chattering around him and walked over to his teacher to say goodbye. "Goodbye, Teacher."
The teacher stopped him. "Mona, have your parents arrived?"
Nathan Lynch nodded. "My family's driver is here to pick me up. He's just up ahead."
The teacher looked over and, sure enough, saw the familiar figure of the driver. Only then did she feel relieved. "Be careful on your way home."
