After his parents' sudden death, Chester Covington leaves everything behind and moves in with his aunt.
But nobody knows what is going on behind the facadé of a traumatized boy who has watched his parents die that he puts up ever single day of his...
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"Come on! This'll be exciting," Kai argues, a pout forming on his lips.
"I don't even know anyone from this school! Why would I go to a school summer event, or whatever?" I whine.
Yesterday Gwen, Kai and I had spent our 'free' period with sharing stories about ourselves and getting to know each other better, or catching up on what we had missed out on that matter.
Today is my second day in this school and Kai has just informed me about a summer event, that the school holds ever year. It's to welcome new teachers, or new students, or to say goodbye to them. It has become kind of a tradition over the years; the first event of such kind had been held in 1998, shortly after the school was opened for the first time.
"Because it's what all the 'cool' kids do, duh," he deadpans, making me roll my eyes at him. We are currently in our english period, which is the only one that we share. I'm sitting between Kai and the window on my right, so I avert my gaze and admire the world behind the window.
It's a busy Tuesday afternoon; primary school kids are running around, enjoying their freedom, and cars are filling the streets of Denver. A couple of orange and green colored leafs are falling to the ground here and there, and the sun is throwing shadows of surrounding buildings onto the front yard of the school. It's late summer, after all.
When my eyes wander to the entrance of the school, which could be seen from the room that I'm in, I spot a glimpse of a guy with a black hoodie, who's walking into the school. His hands are pocketed and his hood is covering his head, making it hard for me to figure out who that stranger is or what he looks like. Probably a student. But then, why's he walking so calmly into the building, when he's more than 6 hours late to school?
"Mr.Covington?" the teacher's voice breaks me out of my daze and I snap my head toward her, sending her a sheepish grin.
"I know that the world outside of this classroom seems a lot more exciting for you, but please listen, yeah? Thank you." she scolds, as she taps her fingers on the book, that she's holding to her chest with the other arm.
"You good?" Kai whispers with concern lacing his voice, when the teacher has turned back to the chalkboard. I dismissively nod my head in an indication for him to not ask me any further, which he catches onto and leaves me alone for the rest of the period.
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