♡ Don't cut the strings ♡ {Soulworld}

{New School means new Soul}

In this world all humans have souls that resents them all over the world.  This story is about a small Norwegian boy name Tord

Tord's mother and him had just moved into town a few days ago after moving away from Norway. They were still getting use to their new home well Tord is. It has been six or four years since Tord's father has left after his birth. His mother never told the poor boy why he even left after he was born which just made it more sadder for Tord since he felt like he was the reason why. Tord was going to a new school this year which made him nervous surprisingly. You see,his soul represents Courage which makes him very brave and courageous but him being a small child and his shy personality makes his soul's purpose to shame.

He never wanted to move away but somehow his mother made him. What makes him anxious the most for the whole trip was going to a new school meaning new friends also meaning talking to new kids which he wasn't good at.

He was in the car with his mother in the front. They driving to Tord's new school but when they got there,Tord completely refuse to leave his seat. It took about a half a minute before Tord give in and went inside the school with his mother. They walk to the office and was greeted by a nice old lady "Hello you must be the Mrs. Harleen and Tord!" The lady smiles brightly.  Tord's mother nodded "Yes and you must be Mrs. Brown the principal. I hope my little bråkmaker won't be a problem here" she looks down at Tord and gives him a small smile. Tord looks up to Mrs. Brown and tug his mother's arm shyly.  Mrs. brown gives the shy boy a smile "It's okay little one,I will not hurt you. It's very nice to meet you Tord". Tord gives her a small nod before looking down at his feet. Mrs. Brown leads the two down the hall then stop at a classroom door that had a sign that said "Classroom 021". Tord's mother let's out a sigh "Well I think I should be leaving now,have a good day at school Tord. Please behave" she let's go of Tord's hand and was about to walk away but then Tord grabs her hand again. His mother looks down at her son who had tears in his eyes "D-don't l-leave..I don't want to be alone...." he whimpers. She gives out a long sigh before bending down to his level "Please Tord,don't worry. I won't be gone long I promise. If you have any problems just tell your principal, your teacher or me,okay? Jeg elsker deg Tord". Tord wipes his tears and hugged his mother "j-jeg elsker deg også.." he smiles a little. Tord's mother ruffles the small boy's hair before giving him a kiss on his head then left.  Mrs. Brown smiles "Follow me Tord" she leads him inside the classroom

The classroom was filled with kids which made Tord's heart starts beating. Mrs. Brown looks over at a light brown hair lady and gives her a smile. The lady stands up from her seat and rings a small bell she had on her desk "Alright class settle down!". Suddenly the whole room became silent. The lady puts the bell down "Today class we have a new student! He's from Norway so please be very nice to him". Tord gulps as he looks at the whole class. The kids stare and whisper and giggle to each other. Tord could hear what they were talking about, "What's with his hair?" "His Soul looks weird" "He kinda looks like the devil with his hair". Tord took a small breath "M-My name is Tord..it's very nice yo meet you all...". The lady smiles once again and looks down t Tord "My name is Mrs. Cotten,you can sit next to Edd at the back" she pointed at a empty desk where another boy was sitting. Tord nodded in agreement as he slowly walks to his new desk. He could still hear the whispers and giggles on his way until he trip on someone's leg. He fell down on his face as he slowly gets up as the whole room was soon triggered by laughter. Tord's face went red as he looks at the kid's faces who was smiling and laughing at the poor boy. He quickly got up and sat in his seat. He covers his face with his hands as Mrs. Cotten tried to calm everyone down.

What a 'great' first day...