Merely Existing

Chapter 3: A GREAT first impression

After leaving the office, I arrived for my first class in a matter of seconds. There was still some time left till the bell rings which was a relief. Yes, you guessed it, another trained habit to never be late.

Class 3A -- Senior Department

As you can see I skipped straight to the last grade. Why? Honestly speaking I wasn't even planing on going to high school, I'd much rather go for master courses or something challenging like that. Then find a job, become wealthy and live peacefully ever after. Who am I kidding? By then, pigs would be flying. Kylee crushed my dreams as if it were a stinking fly and stomped on it for good measure. She went on ranting something about geniuses who had no childhood, no teenage experience, overworking and dying at a young age. Ok, I get her point.... no, not really, because I won't be dying that early. Anyway, I was in no position to go against Kylee, as I am already indebted to her kindness.

Just like the rest of the school, Class 3A was wide and luxurious with polished tables and desks that look brand new. Sunlight from the magnificent glassed windows bounced off from the shiny surfaces in a blinding fashion.

.......We were supposed to study here? Was this a training programme for eye power or was I supposed to bring sunglasses?

Putting that thought aside, I walked forward in search for a seat while observing my classmates.

Ever heard of prim and proper?

Well that would be the phrase to describe the students here, not surprising since it is supposed to be the best class in the grade. But if you are able to observe their psychological reactions, it was easy enough to determine their personality. Superficial and materialistic, those were the similar traits shared between the majority in this school. Not surprising since that was the environment they were brought up in.

Just then I saw someone mildly interesting, a girl whom I could sense potential from. Potential for what? That I can't pinpoint but something out of the ordinary that can be useful in my line of work...or previous work more accurately.

The girl was undoubtedly well bred like the others but she showed signs of having tasted the bitterness of life. For instance, the seat she choose to the far end and corner beside the window, where she would gradually be left alone and unnoticed. Or the way she moves quietly and slowly as if having no confidence at all and scared of being made fun of. It is not hard to guess why because of her bigger than average physique. After all, people nowadays have the tendency to pick on others depending on their looks, and being fat wasn't in fashion apparently. Although if you look closely, her whitish hair and dark blue eyes with her cute cheeks actually makes a lovely complex.

Conveniently, the seat beside her was empty so I took it. I'd much rather sit here undisturbed than be in the middle of that excruciatingly annoying atmosphere where girls clustered around giggling idiotically while boys boasted their heads off about the most insignificant things in an obnoxious manner. The girl didn't even notice me as I soundlessly sat down, she continued staring intensely at the book on her table. I swear this hoodie is magic, the moment I put it on, it erases my presence completely, I might as well have been thin air.

A short tune was played signalling the start of classes, strangely the teacher had yet to arrive. Another strange thing is the behaviour of the female population. Is it usual for people who have no interest in studies ( as evident from their outwardly actions) to wait with anticipation and occasional giggles for the teacher? And what's with the fierce battle for the front seats? I saw some poor nerdy girl being forcibly pushed out her seat by your stereotypical blonde. Well....I do have a theory.

The door was violently opened, a young man dashed in huffing slightly. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants with his tie askew and coat hanging over his arm. He turned to us and shot a disarming smile, " Hello class, meet your knew class teacher," he gestured at himself confidently, " Trent Terry."