(I should give you all some support. Because i know you supported me BEFORE. Get it BE-FORE. Yeah! And that's one of my facts..... thanks for supporting me by the way.♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡)
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Malcolm's P.O.V
I'm quite a bit shy. I haven't even met someone yet. This is harder than i thought, i just keep on looking at others inside our mini classroom. I can do this, i know it's difficult to find friends in this kind of age and it's natural. So, i must show my confidence to all of them so that they will pay attention to me, and be friends' with me. That's not a bad idea after all, i mean i'm more smarter than them so i must not be shy.
Afterwards the teacher enter the classroom. And looked at us, she is kinda pretty. No offense, that's a fact.
"Okay children, i'm Miss Clarrisa Courtney. And i will be your teacher for today. Okay! Now, let's start to introduce ourselves with a smile, so that we could build our confidence." Miss Clarrisa said with a high motivation.
"So, who want's to start first?." The teacher asked.
"Me! Miss Clarissa, i do! I do." A boy behind me volunteer.
"Okay! You, please come in front. And introduce yourself to your classmates."
"Hi! I'm Roger Sullivan, i live few blocks away from here. And me and my family just moved here, my dad is a constructor, and my mom...... she's in heaven now. I---i really miss her." He look at us with a frown. He then wiped his tears and sit back to his chair.
Wait! Did he just say ROGER! He does look like roger, my brother-like friend from my past. Did he also reincarnated just like me? Or maybe his just a descendant of roger's family.
They have the same nose, eyes and lips. It's almost like he ressembles' the whole feature's of roger's face and body.
"Okayyyyy..... thank you roger, for introducing yourself to us. So, who wants to go next?." The teacher asked.
He looks kinda upset though. I think his not in a mood for today, he might have a big problem about his family. But, the roger i used to know before, used to be happy and he never shows others that he is crying. He always hides his emotion towards others.
"Hey! Roooger!." I whispered.
"Who! Me, what! I don't even know you." He whispered back.
"Excuse me, is there a problem back there?. Mr. Walker and Mr. Sullivan?." The teacher called us out.
"Ummm.... ahhh... he just wants to borrow my pencil ma'am." I commented her. While the others in the classroom are just staring at us both.
"You can borrow the pencil later, we are in the middle of the class here. Perhaps you wanted to introduce yourself mr. Walker, may you please come in front." The teacher commanded me.
As i walk out to my chair. I felt like i'm getting soaked from my sweat of shyness, this isn't good! I think i can't do this, no! Malcolm think positive. C'mon you can do this, even roger can introduce himself to others. Just be cool.
"Ummm.... i... ahhh... i'm Malcolm Walker. And i'm 6 and a half years old, and i also live few blocks from here it's just right on the corner. My dad is a fund manager, my mommy is a housewife. My birthday is March 13, 1997, and i... ummm... really happy to be here. And that's all." I then got to my seat. All of my classmates just looked at me with a surprise look, i just look down and behave myself.
"That's not a bad introduction is it everyone?." Miss clarissa asked everyone in the classroom.
"No, ma'am." They all replied. Except roger, he glared at me. With a i-don't-trust-you look.
*Rinnnnggggg.......*
The bell rang.
"Okay kids! Let's start our lesson tomorrow, i hope all of you get to know each other better, and it's such a very happy day for everyone. Okay class is now dismiss." The teacher then fixed her books at her desk and exited the classroom.
Then all of the kids ran outside and have their recess. They all played at the playground, and the others are inside the classroom talking about me. Is it because my introduction is a bit different from them? Well, who knows.
I exited the classroom. Bringing my bag, but i'm not going home by the way. I'm just going around to the back of the school, and i found a free field with no one around. I sat down on the grass and inhaled, exhaled. And enjoying the fresh view of the flowers, the field with smooth grass and blossoms around. It feels so refreshing out here, who couldn't resist such a wonderful scenerio with a fresh air.
Afterwards i got out my notebook and my pencil. I started to write on my notes, but why does it feels so hard to write a single word in my notebook?. It's been years since i haven't started to write something, that's because i was just an infant. Yeah.... i guess i'll just have to wait a few more years for me to improve myself again, if i can't write then. I should probably draw a doodle.
I feel so relax out here. I'm kinda sleepy, maybe i should take a short nap. It feels so quiet out here, i wish no one will bother me here. I really hated in there, but good thing i saw roger. Not sure of his the roger i used to know before, i don't feel if it's him or not.
This is just my day. Watching a beautiful scenerio out here, so quiet and peaceful. As i said it-is-my-just-my-day, no one will ruin my day today. I wish nothing bad might happen. I really wanna go to sleep right now, but what if something bad might happen to me in a sudden moment. Or something horrible really might happen. It feels so frustrating, forget it, i'm enjoying this.
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(Thanks you.......♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ i'm really thinking a better chapter to this story. And no worries i'll handle it.)
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