Four Strands: The State Children

01. FIRST DAY

Today is my first day in High School, after the previous three days I underwent MPLS (School Environment Introduction Period), nothing special happened during the MPLS period.

In the three days of MPLS I have made a new male friend, for me to get a male friend is not difficult, just with the topic of universal chat, he said, you can already get some male friends that you can make chatting friends with. The MPLS period ends on Friday, after two holidays, Monday is always the beginning of the school period.

The ash-white uniform is a sign that we have officially become High School students. After the ceremony followed by the welcoming of the new disciple, dozens of balloons were released into the air.

More or less so the initial series of stories I was in High School and now I have been faced with a new problem, my classmates are different from friends when MPLS.

To be sure, I repeatedly checked the list of names in my class, as a result none of them were my MPLS friends.

Instead of not getting a seat, I decided to go to class. The originally crowded classroom suddenly quieted for a moment and somehow their eyes were all fixed on me.

This feeling is like you are alone in the wild that is out of nowhere then you feel your surroundings are staring at you. It is a feeling that is not wearing.

I had expected to arrive early as when MPLS was the best option, so you can choose a seat at will, then build your own territory.

Looking around, I saw an empty chair at the back table, for some reason I chose that chair even though next to it there were already people occupying it.

*Note: In One table there are two chairs, the table is made longer than the normal table so that the students of various tables with friends next door*

"Euhh this seat is empty?"

"Oh yes it's empty."

The awkward classroom situation added to my nervous feeling, there was no way I would feel nervous when talking to men. I also strengthened my resolve to start the conversation, but he had already started it first.

"My name is Ali." with a rather heavy voice

"My name is Iqbal."

"Where are you from Junior High?"

"I'm from Junior High 2, if you?"

"I'm from Junior High 1."

After that two people who sat in front of me, chatting with Ali, a voice that was loud enough to make his chatter clearly heard by me, they talked about their friend who came from basketball school who failed to enter this High School even though his ability is very good.

After he finished chatting with his friend, I took the initiative to start the conversation first.

"Li, you're a basketball boy."

"Ah yes."

"Owhh, you know Rafli ga?"

"Know, he used to be with the same club as me, we often meet if there is a match between Junior High."

"Are you in the play maker position?"

"Yes, our school used to be a rival."

"Ahh you are from SMP 1 yah."

After that we talked about basketball Junior High 2 and Junior High 1 which is always a rival every time there is a race, it can be said in my city this second Junior High who controls the basketball race.

At nine o'clock the break bell rang, Ali's basketball buddies came to pick him up for my class, as I expected, in this class I didn't have any friends to break.

*Chat MPLS* group*

"Oy, where are you."

"Go pick up the other bales, where are you?"

"In class."

"Get out of the bales, we're kantin"

"Sip I wait on the stairs."

"okay."

I went out and met my MPLS friends, the six of us chatted together and headed to the cafeteria, really a very crowded atmosphere in the canteen, fortunately we got a seat.

My MPLS friends also felt the same way, the six of us were in different classes, plus none of us had friends from one Junior High School in each class.

SMA 2 is the best High School in my city, based on the assessment by the education service, my High School is in the first position as the best High School, therefore my High School standard rises to the provincial standard.

The best SMA will certainly attract the best students from the best SMP as well. My high school is dominated by students from Junior High School 1 and 3 so it is not strange if my classmates are so easy to be friends with each other, is for me, is not it, somehow students from Junior High School 2 avoid High School 2.

Maybe because of the picture of High School 2 which is already very famous in my city, High School 2 is known as the school with the most assignments, even according to the story of the class, according to the story of the class, the assignments given require students to stay up until 3 am.

It's really terrible, imagined stressful days so you can't enjoy the beautiful High School.

We didn't feel like we were chatting until the bell rang, and we went back to class.

Soon a teacher came and entered our class, she was our homeroom teacher, her name was Ibu Kokom, she was here teaching history lessons.

Kokom's mother then told him that at this time there would be no introduction as usual, because there was business to be done, he left the first task to us which was to choose the class chairman and other positions.

After that the elected class leader must lead the creation of class and other organizational structures. After giving us our first assignment, Kokom's mother then left the class.

After that the condition of the class became crowded, each student pointed at each other. For me not having friends is a big advantage in these conditions.

All I needed to do was to eliminate my presence, after which no one would be aware of me.

Unless... what? someone realized me, he was my Junior High friend, because I ignored the girls in my class, I did not realize that there was a friend of mine in Junior High School

I waved my hand as a sign to greet him, he waved back. Her name was Mutia, I greeted her because we were arguably quite close.

We were once 2 times one class when SMP, precisely when the 7th and 9th grades. When I was in 9th grade I was pretty close to the girls in my class, plus I was also in her social group at the time.

We did meet during registration, but until we were in the same class, it was really unexpected.

At the same time, a man who had seen the most active was appointed by his friend to be the candidate for the election of the class chairman.

He casually walked forward and said that if he was going to be the leader of this class, he then he pointed at someone and wrote his name on the board.

Classes were getting crowded, I didn't know why, but I'm sure there was something strange about the boy's name.

Then the girls shouted other names so continuously, until finally selected 3 names and it seems they came from Junior High 1.

I exhaled my breath, the technique of eliminating my air of existence was successfully done even though there were things I did not expect.

Suddenly, a girl's voice said my name.

"I nominate Iqbal."

Suddenly the whole class fell silent, he then looked at me, of course the whole class followed him. This oy oy oy girl really messed things up.

"Okay, to be more diverse, I'll write his name."

"Wait a minute, I haven't experienced class president so..."

"No problem."

The truth is, I can only resign when my name is written on the board, the possibility of me being selected is small but still does not mean impossible, it is not possible, or the other possibility is that I served another part.

Today I was really unlucky, already getting into a class where there was not a single friend I knew, he said, yes even though there is now one that I know as well as the cause of the loss of my hope to undergo the High School period as an "ordinary man".

*Name of the class president*

Dinul (The first designated person)

Kemal (The second person appointed)

Farel (The one who led the election)

Iqbal (The main character of this story )