Eddsworld High school! - Tords story

A Spark in the Halls

Cardboard boxes, like squat mountains of forgotten dreams, sprawled across the living room floor. Tord, surrounded by the chaos, felt a knot tighten in his gut. Leaving the icy embrace of Norway for the misty shores of England felt like stepping into a foreign fairytale, a land of double-decker buses and crumpets that tasted suspiciously like cardboard.

His mom, ever the optimist, hummed a cheerful tune as she packed the last of his clothes, her eyes sparkling like the fjords on a summer day. "Your first day at  School will be brilliant, Tord," she chirped, her Norwegian accent painting the words in a melody he knew by heart. "You'll fit in just fine, mark my words."

Tord, however, wasn't so convinced. He'd spent his life amongst the rugged beauty of his homeland.

"But Mom," he mumbled, his voice barely audible above the tape dispenser's whirr, "what if I don't understand anything? My English like... baby troll trying to sing opera."

His mom's smile faltered for a moment, then blossomed anew. "You'll learn, sweetheart," she said, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. "And besides, you got  charm, haven't you? Those bright eyes and that infectious laugh? They'll win everyone over, just wait and see."

Inside, a counselor with a nametag that read "Ms. Honey" greeted them with a smile as warm as the scones she seemed to perpetually clutch. Tord's accent, thicker than clotted cream, was a source of amusement. "Norwegian, eh? Fascinating! Welcome Tord."

Ms. Honey handed him a schedule, a labyrinth of letters and numbers that swam before his eyes. He followed her down echoing corridors, each step a beat of his nervous drum solo. Finally, they stopped at a classroom door buzzing with teenage energy.

Ms. Honey pushed the door open, her voice a gentle announcement. "Class, meet Tord! He's new here, all the way from Norway!"

The room was loud with talking but erupted it was quiet like crickets,It was like throwing a pebble into a pond – ripples of surprise spreading outwards, catching each face in a moment of startled curiosity.

Catherine, perched on a desk like a queen bee, raised an eyebrow. "Norway? Never heard of it."

Matilda, the cheerleader captain, tilted her head, her perfect ginger curls bouncing. "Cool your gonna like it here! You like fish and chips?"

And Edd, the social one, perched at his desk with his notepad, scribbled furiously, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and something else... perhaps a flicker of understanding.

Tord, frozen in the doorway, felt his cheeks burn. He could almost hear his mom's voice whispering, "See? You'll fit right in." And maybe, just maybe, she was right. This wasn't the frozen tundra of Norway, but a land of curious gasps and fish and chips, a land where maybe, just maybe, he could find his place.

Tord surveyed the classroom, his gaze bouncing from one face to another, a bewildered goldfish in a sea of curious sharks. Matilda, perched on a desk like a sunflower queen, caught his eye and flashed a dazzling smile. "Hey there, new guy! Need a seat?" She patted the empty space beside her, her eyes practically shimmering with mischief.

"Ah, thank you," Tord replied, his accent thicker than clotted cream. "But..." He hesitated, glancing at a huddle of giggling girls in the corner – Tamara, with her sardonic smirk and Ell, bouncing with unbridled enthusiasm. Matilda winked, leaning closer. "Trust me, you'll have more fun with me. We could be, like, the hottest couple in school!"

Before Tord could decipher the cryptic "like," he felt a tug on his sleeve. Edd, ever the friendly one, beckoned him to join him and Matt at their desk. Matt, already absorbed in polishing his reflection in a pocket mirror, barely registered Tord's presence. Edd, however, gave him a warm smile and offered a notepad with "Welcome!" scrawled across it in neat handwriting.