Fragile Phantasy

Part 3

Another day, another school. KC was starting anew, hoping that this time he could make friends and get along with everyone. He had a dream of becoming a president, and he knew that having social skills was a crucial part of it. As he entered the classroom, he saw his new classmates, all wearing fancy clothes that he had never seen before. He tried to smile and greet them, but no one noticed him. They just kept walking as if he didn't exist.

KC was nervous, but he forced himself to stay positive. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Suddenly, a beautiful woman with rose-red hair entered the room, catching his attention. He couldn't help but stare at her. Her skin was so white, and her nose was so beautiful.

Then the teacher entered the room and announced that they had a new classmate. KC had to introduce himself. He stood up, and his legs were shaking from fear. He walked to the front, trying to remember his name as if he had Alzheimer's. "Uh, it's me, KC. I'm glad to meet you, and I want to be your friend," he said, forcing an awkward smile.

The boys sitting in the back whispered, and KC felt uneasy. The teacher told him that he didn't have an assigned seat yet and that he would be sitting in the back for the meantime. KC slowly walked to the back of the classroom and sat down. The teacher wrote a word on the board, and KC immediately recognized it as hieroglyphics. He raised his hand and answered, "Ma'am, that's hieroglyphics." His classmates gave him an irritated look, but the teacher praised him for knowing the answer.

As the class went on, KC realized that he could easily keep up with the lessons as he put a all-nighter yesterday.

A few hours later, the bell rang, and it was time for recess.

As the bell rang for recess, the classroom buzzed with activity. Students pulled out their latest gadgets and huddled in groups, laughing and chatting. KC felt a pang of nervousness in his chest as he looked around, wondering how he could fit in.

But he was determined to make friends. So, he approached a group of boys and introduced himself. "Hey, I'm KC. What's your name?" he asked, extending his hand for a shake.

The boy looked him from up to bottom, sizing him up. "Where do you live?" they asked bluntly.

KC's heart sank a little, but he kept his cool. "I live in the mountainous farmland of the Philippines, about four hours away from here. I'm sorry, our village doesn't have a proper name yet because it's so far from civilization," he explained.

The boy's response was cold. "Can you stay away from us?" they said, turning thier back on KC.

KC walked away, feeling a little dejected, but he didn't let it get him down. He approached a group of girls next, admiring the beautiful red-haired woman at their center. "Hello, I'm KC," he said, his voice shaking a little with nerves.

The girl looked at him with disdain, "Eww, get away from us!" she sneered, her friends joining in.

Their words stung like a slap to the face, and KC's self-esteem plummeted. He turned back and walked away, feeling more alone than ever.

But then he saw a boy sitting on his own, engrossed in a game console. KC didn't know much about gaming, but he thought to ask. "Hey, I'm KC," he said, offering a tentative smile.

The boy, looked up at him with mild annoyance. "I'm Alex. What do you need?" he asked, not looking away from his game.

KC felt a little embarrassed, not knowing what kind of gadget Alex was holding. "I'm sorry, Alex. Can I ask what's you're holding?" he asked.

Alex looked up at him, a little irritated. "This is a game console. Please don't be nosy," he warned.

"I'm sorry," KC apologized, feeling a little foolish. He bowed and retreated to his seat, feeling like an outsider once again.