Shanell had a nagging feeling about Clark Perez.
Sure, he seemed nice enough. She's also glad to have him as a seatmate. But...
She couldn't help but feel that there's something...more to him.
Literally, she's not saying that in a romantic way. It's just...
There's something ancient inside him. More ancient than anybody here, and that's saying something considering they're in a world where everyone remembers their past life.
"Maybe you're just reading into it too much", Khea Bautista suggested as she tied up her hair, adjusted her glasses and gave a curious smile to the girl beside her. "After all, he seems like such a swell guy."
"Maybe", Shanell shrugged at the other girl's curious gaze, before letting her wavy hair frame her face as her curved eyebrows furrowed. "But I just can't shake it off for some reason."
Behind them, Leilani Valenciano, the reincarnation of Ernest Hemmingway; Trisha Castellano, the reincarnation of Socrates; and Carlene Cisternas, the reincarnation of William Tyndale were talking to each other about something Shanell couldn't hear.
Beside them, Mia Quesada, the reincarnation of Margaret Thatcher; Mariane Gordon, the reincarnation of Rosa Parks; Marian Carazo, the reincarnation of Eva Peron; and Anna Peñate, the reincarnation of George Orwell were discussing about the lesson in math. Shanell would have listened in, if only they were only in her hearing range.
They were talking in hushed tones, after all. It proved how focused they are of it.
Khea shrugged. "Well, you'd have time to find out about it more later on."
Shanell whipped her head to her companion curiously. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean", Khea rolled her eyes, before frantically gesturing to the person they were talking about. "We've got a whole year ahead of us, girl! We can get to know more about him, and everyone else soon enough."
Clark was perched on Joshua Valiente, the reincarnation of Karl Marx's desk with Joshua Ríos, the reincarnation of Louis Pasteur; Kristoff Hermosillo, the reincarnation of Winston Churchill; and Francis Cuesta, the reincarnation of Woodrow Wilson. They seemed to be having fun.
Must be videogames.
Shanell blinked at her companion, before smiling. "Well, I guess you're right."
"Of course I am. Anyway, point is; you'll get used to the class eventually, so..."
"Yeah, I get it. Thanks."
"No problem."
Suddenly, the bell rung. The afternoon classes were starting.
"Well, I guess I'll go back to my seat", Khea rolled her eyes, before waving at Shanell goodbye as she turned to leave. "Talk to you later!"
Shanell could only manage to wave back before her seatmate waved goodbye at his companions as well, and coming over to sit next to her.
"Hi", Clark grinned.
"Hey", Shanell nodded.
Not a second later, a man with Raven Black hair in a clean haircut, sharp, intelligent eyes and a kindly smile entered with a laptop in hand. "Hello, class."
Immediately, everyone stood. "Good morning, sir."
The man's gaze softened as he took a subtle bow. "My name is Don Lucas, and I'm going to be your English Teacher for this school year."
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Memories in Addition
AventuraIn a world where everyone had a past life at least once and remembered every single bit of it, Joyce had wound up with just fragments of these past events unlike everyone else. The people in Palliola had been amazing philosophers, prophets, scientis...
