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1-1 Where It Started

Date: August 20
Place: Unregistered Island

[Noel]

    Noel Bugay, 17 years old, second-year senior high school, section three, and a mere student who still needs to focus on my studies for a brighter future.

"Don't forget your umbrella, " my mother yelled from the kitchen as she heard me leaving.

"Thanks. I'm going now"

   Rain is pouring down, heavy bag and I'm also sleepless. Turning to an alley that connects to the school where I take ten minutes to walk.

    My parents enrolled me in a private academy that has five sections with twenty students in every classroom. Although, in my section, only twelve people are remaining. They said that some have dropped out of the academy or were forced to quit because of their financial and low performance. I'm not that good when it comes to academics neither in athletics, not that stupid and not that smart either, just...normal.

    Looking around, as I continued walking. There's a playground where I can see children chasing each other around, a bakery where I can smell the tastiness of every bread, and unopened shops scattered around the area.

    I didn't even notice that I'm in front of the school gates until the guard greeted me Good morning.

"Sigh..."

    As I climb up some stairs and walk through the hallway, I see people running and teasing each other.

"Good morning. How are you?" a random guy said to me.

"I'm great thanks" I replied and smiled.

"That's good. Take care" I hear him say and ran to his group of friends.

    It's always like this. But I like the attention, that I don't feel alone. Well, I'm not exactly alone.

    I entered my classroom, sat down at my designated seat, and answers the homework that I couldn't finish yesterday.

"Hey! Doing homework? Can I copy it?" says Patrick and sits beside me.

   Patrick Dantes, shorter than me, a little well-fed, and brown-colored eyes. He is a cheerful type of guy who gets along with everyone, he is athletic but not into academics and also one of my best friends.

"Sure. But treat me to lunch" I replied continuing my homework.

"Deal" as he's trying to keep up and copy all the answers that I write.

    My classmates who were talking with each other sat down at the sound of a ringing bell, waiting for our teacher to arrive.

"Thanks," Patrick says going back to his seat.

"No problem" I replied with a smile.

I guess I don't have to worry about lunch anymore.

     The door opened and she walks in front of us. Hair tied in a bun, wearing a white shirt and black skirt with high heels. Tall, slim, favorable, and her profession is English.