The first day of school. It is supposed to be quiet.
It should be room full of strangers, voices are kept low.People dont know each other yet so they're hiding every of them behind polite smiles and safe conversations.
But not here.
This classroom is full noise—bursts of laughter and peoples voices. Groups have already formed, as if friendships were carried in from their past schools. Those who enrolled together stick close, filling the room with an easy, familiar energy that makes everything feel… already in motion.
And then there's him.
At the front of the room sits a boy who join to the noise. Quiet. Still. The kind of person who looks like he barely pays attention to himself—hair that isn't styled, uniform worn without care. Not messy, just… indifferent.
He recognizes a few faces. People he's seen before. People he technically knows.
But not that much.
When someone tries to talk to him, he doesn't say much. Just a small smile. A nod. Maybe a short reply if needed. The conversation ends as quickly as it begins, like a door that never fully opens.
Introvert, anyone would think.
Minutes have pass. The noise dips slightly as the teacher walks in, their presence pulling the room together. Chairs straighten. Conversations fades.
He doesn't know it yet.
Until.
The teacher introduced himself.
That's when it hits him.
Introduction day.
Of course it is. The one day where staying quiet isn't an option. The one day where everyone has to stand, speak, be seen.
He isn't prepared, not a little.
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His hearts starts racing.
And now, sitting right at the front—where can be the second or first to introduce—he realizes something unsettling:
Soon, all those eyes will be on him.
It's his turn.
Overhelmed by his nervousness, his words came chaotic--It is fast like a lightning speed but also trips on the other words.
"I-iim Vin L. Veado , 17 Years Old From Pob Munti City, SV3. My hobby is pp-playing video games and watching anime."
He thought it was ended. He started trying to relax while waiting for the teacher to call the next.
But..
He was asked.
His heart started racing again like a bomb clocking before it explodes.
"Why did you choose this strand?"
The question asked by his teacher.
All his worries are gone. He felt confident. His heart stopped racing like the bomb just got deactivated. He knew why he chose this.
He handled the question with ease.
After it , he was sitted and the questioning continues until the end of the time.
For the next few hours , it was repeated.
Full of introductions and the requirements of the class.
He handled it all like the first, with full of nervousness.