Nightmare.Series: How do you sleep at night?

2nd Nightmare

[ Your First Day ]

"How's your first day?"

"Good"

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It's the first day of class on my new school. Due to some family difficulty, I was forced to transfer to another school. It would only mean that I'd have to meet new people and at least-- try to make friends. The school was a privileged school wherein elite students from elite families are enrolled here. I was only able to get in because of my mother's father helping us with the financial.

"I'll pay for his tuition, but never ever contact me again" is what he told my mom before he left for abroad.

I never really understood what they were discussing about. But I guess it's something important that I shouldn't know. It's a family thing. Within a family, members of each should know their limits unto knowing and learning from whatsoever discussions they have. Not like I care anyways-- closeness nor intimate connections aren't a thing in our family. It's like we have our own world to take care of. We are raised to foster more the importance of each individual's reputation in order to soar high than others. It's a family ordeal.

"Do your best at school and don't give me that anxiety shit that you would always use just to excuse yourself from talking to others" is what mom told me before I left for school.

As I was able to arrive at my new located school. I was standing outside this enormous building. The atmosphere was too intimidating and neglecting enough for me to hesitate on taking another step. I was just standing outside staring blankly, while the other students pass by me. I took notice of each students entering the school-- I was already able to sense that they all had this different personalities and vibes which compliments their appearance. Personality? What personality do I have? Do I even have a personality?

I was out of my thoughts when suddenly an unknown figure pushed me aside, "move dumbass!"

I was able to get back on my usual thinking self. The person who pushed me-- reminded me of my father. He does that to me and my mom too. Sometimes the push would bring such an impact and it would put me to sleep. Is it a normal thing to anyone? Is it a game? Or a set of personality?

"Are you coming inside or not?" a person who was standing in the side of the school wearing a uniform different from ours asked me. "You're going to be late"

He looked like one of those people who shot one of my neighbors. They were wearing the same uniforms but it was blue. Is he going to do the same thing too? Or maybe he's the good one.

I decided to get inside the school and realized that I'm almost late for my first subject. I took out the paper given to me which contains the info of my section and where it's located. The campus were almost quiet since most of the students already went to their respective classrooms. I immediately went to the location of my classroom, the info written in the paper mentioned about it being on the fourth floor. The elevator wasn't working so I had to run my way up the stairs. I still had 30 minutes to find my classroom. It was a huge campus, so it might be a bit difficult for me to roam around without getting anxious to what kind of people or situations I would encounter.

As I was able to reach the fourth floor, the hallway was already quiet and it seemed like classes were just about to start. I decided to just walk as fast as I could but in a very cautious manner, I didn't want to make such noise nor a scene and catch anyone's attention. As I was near to my assigned classroom, I got to take a quick glance to the side where the bathroom is located and saw two figures that looked like men over their 30's, and both in their arms a small petite figure-- the bell rang and I didn't have much time to analyze what play they were doing. So, I quickly ran to my classroom.