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CHAPTER 2
I waved at Father's car which had already gone far. I turned around and looked at the sign above the school gate, saying 'SMA Harapan Bangsa'. Exhales. It was heavy to step in. Really, there's not the slightest passion for school. But there's no way I'm going back home. With a shaky step, I forced this foot to step. I kept walking in search of the principal's room, wanting it to be there soon. Along this corridor was filled with students from various classes, all in groups and noisy.
Suddenly someone hit me. I'm fallin. I lifted my head up to see who made me fall. Turns out to be a guy. Her face looks good, but she still looks cute with pinched hair, sharp eyes, a sharp nose that reminds me of Hollywood actor Orlando Bloom, and thin lips. Her hair that was light-colored looked dazzling. Not to mention his slim body with hidden muscles behind the uniform he was wearing.
For a moment I admired him.
"I'usura occhio!" he said with his hands folded to his chest.
I rise to stand.
He grunts. "If you go, take an eye, dong!" re-said. I estimate that from the color of his hair that is a bit brawny and language that I do not understand, the guy is not native to Indonesia. I've heard his language occasionally on tv. I'm guessing that's the language used by Italians. Because busy admiring this bete guy, without me realizing there was another figure beside him. That guy is tall and handsome. Not much different from this bete guy in front of me. It's just that his face looks softer and calmer.
"Look, yeah! Everywhere the road, tuh, use the foot. Not eyes!" my snapping.
That bete guy sharpened his eyes on me. I'm looking at. Not to lose.
"Mi hai il coraggio? Don't you know who I am?" with a polishing tone.
"It's important, yes, for me to know who you are?" reply relax.
I saw his face flushed with anger. At first glance that guy looks scary. I looked at him sharply, not liking his attitude. Spontaneously I was surprised to see him return my gaze. For a moment we looked at each other.
This guy's asshole. Free is also handsome if the attitude is cold and annoying. My name is in my heart.
"God, Leo. You are also the wrong one," said the friend who was beside him while holding the shoulder of the bete guy.
"Basic guy rese." I stared at the annoyed guy who didn't seem to feel guilty.
Unbeknownst to me, all the disciples who were in the corridor turned out to be watching me. When I first stepped foot, they all ignored me. Their eyes looked cynical, not liking what they saw. Some people seem to whisper to each other. I immediately speed up the steps to get to the destination immediately. It feels bad to be the center of attention like this.
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I was sent to my new class. I was put into a class of excellence. It would not be wrong if I was placed in this class. Because my grades are always above 80, mostly 90, and a large number of them are even 100. Not meant to be arrogant. That is the fact. Although I was a smart child, I was not arrogant and always helped a friend who had difficulty doing tasks. But here it seems like no one will need my help. This school divides the class according to the achievements of each child. Class A 1-3 is the most popular class because the intelligence is above average, while class B 1-3 middle class, class C 1-3, below average class, and so on, and the last class D 1-3, is the class that makes the teachers lazy to teach. Classes are famous for their mischief.
In my old school there was no class like this that differentiated the potential of students. All viewed equally.
Okay, enough! I don't want to think about my old school. It will only make me sad. While introducing myself through my homeroom teacher, Mr. Ikhsan. He was rather short-bodied and wore a short-sleeved Dinas shirt that seemed officially included in his pants, thus exposing his distended stomach. The cream-haired one reminds me of a clown. It's just that this clown's nose isn't red.
I looked around my classroom. One by one I looked at the stranger's face, and how surprised I was to see the figure sitting at the very end of the bench opposite the teacher's desk, right by the window overlooking the school corridor.
Deg!!! My heart seemed to stop beating when I realized that the figure was a girl who yesterday had scared me half to death. I gulped as he looked at me from the crack of his hair.
“Well, Livia. Please sit next to Tara!” Mr. Ikhsan broke my mind.
Tara who was meant by Mr. Ikhsan was a figure who had scared me. I breathed a sigh of relief after knowing that Pak Ikhsan and the others could see the female figure. At first I thought he wasn't human, because his figure was very mysterious - and scary of course.
I set foot on the empty bench next to Tara. Our eyes were unceasingly staring, until I put my ass on the chair. Then he took his eyes off me. This kid is a real horror human being, let alone a ghost. Hihh .. I shudder in my heart. Despite sitting together, none of us started the conversation. Even I myself do not want to get acquainted with him, exhausted .. his attitude and appearance are very strange. The lesson has begun. I enjoyed it in silence.
