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Atlas didn't mind everyone who's looking at him the moment he stepped on his new school. He said goodbye to his father.

He happily greeted the guard as he entered his new school. Every person he sees, he address them fittingly.

Even though he was baffled, he still managed to find his classroom with the help of some people. It is still early so there are still few students.

The other students look at him and smiled, he did the same too. He asked one of them if there is a vacant seat.

He sat at the chair on the last row, the only available seat. Atlas patiently waited for his new classmates and their teacher.

"Good morning class!" a woman in her mid-twenties said. She put her things in her table in front.

They stood up and greeted their teacher. Some seats were still vacant. He became the center of attraction when his teacher addressed his presence.

"Will you introduce yourself young man?" his teacher said. He joyfully nodded and went in front.

Confidently, he started to introduce himself. "Good morning. I'm --" he was cut off when a familiar girl entered the room. For the third time, he saw her again.

She apologized to their teacher. The books she was carrying was disarranged. Their teacher excused herself and came closer to the girl.

"Did they pick on you again?" she asked the girl. The girl just smiled sadly. "Let's talk later okay?" her teacher said.

Atlas was told to continue what he was doing. Although distracted with what happened, he made his presence known.

After his introduction, their teacher went outside and called for a parent. They were clueless with what their teacher did.

"We should have a picture with Atlas. Come on, it is our first class picture with him." she happily exclaimed as his classmates went beside in front.

When their health break came, his teacher called someone who turned out to be the girl he's seeing for the third time.

"Serene, come with me."

Hearing her name for the first time brought relief to him. It won't always be 'that girl', this time I can call her with her name.

How ironic, her name is so peaceful while my feelings are in chaos. Life really is messed up.

A picture of Atlas with his new 'family' was taken. It is picture of unfamiliarity but one thing was familiar, it's the butterflies on his stomach.

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