The Life of a Pessimist

Chapter 2: Orientation Part 2

No one's POV

Esmè looks around her. She saw that Simonette is watching her from a distance. That brought a smile to her face, since she knew that her close friend is worried about her. What with the nervousness she always feels when she is around a huge crowd. If she knows someone that has the same nervousness as her, she would have probably be just as worried.

She went to the line that has started with a senior raising the paper with a written number nine. Standing at five foot four, she decides to stand at the very front. She already know that with her height, she is bound to stand there. She held the strap of her shoulder bag, awaiting what she will do next.

A female, surprisingly shorter than her, stood in front of her instead. This almost made her sigh in relief. At least she doesn't need to talk to her senior.

"Section 9! Please make your line here!" The female grade 12 shouted, as if she wasn't even tired yet.

It didn't take any longer before two lines were made; one line for the males and another for the females. Esmè didn't have to turn around to know that they are a lot in number. Beside their group, were the other sections making their own lines. She waved over at Simonette's direction, gotten a reply, and then turns back to her front. She can do this.

"All right! All of you, follow me! We will begin your campus orientation!" Announced their senior.

They followed the senior as she made her way towards the pool. Along the way, a few more seniors accompanied her. Those seniors look like they are also assigned with their group.

"Firstly, I am Chelsea Sambri. I am your senior and your tour guide today!" She beamed. She faces the Grade 11 and walks in a backwards manner. "Here's Sebastian, Ramiro, Miaki and Kyle. Together, we are all assigned to you lot! Now, follow me to the pool and we will start!"

Unsure on how to react, the underclassmen only nodded their heads. Some, doesn't give that much care on what they are there for that moment since they have their attention on their phones. They walked awhile, following their tour with as little noise of chit-chatter as possible. Then, they sat on the allotted chairs for them under the shade of the tent. In front of them, is the swimming pool. It is obvious that it was recently used by those that had joined the swimming competition to represent the school.

"So, this is our pool." Chelsea says. She points at the pool but her attention stayed with her underclassmen. "There has been a proposal of making this into an indoor pool but it is still currently pending. Let's wish it would be approved, since you will be having a swimming class on your Grade 12th, 2nd half of the year. Look forward to it, yes? Moving on!" She stood up and leads again.

The other seniors shook their heads with smiles on their faces. They didn't bother saying anything, as if they are already content in letting Chelsea take the lead in touring the Section 9. Kyle, a male with the most precise haircut that the school had placed in the rules, has his arms folded in front of him. He is watching the to-be students with a raised eyebrow. He looks like he wants to say something but prefers to stay silent.

Esmè noticed this but didn't say anything. She didn't want to look bad on the orientation day. She's new, just like a lot of them, which means she doesn't want the attention suddenly focused on her.