Hi, Danny — What's Today?

The Last Day of MOS

It does not feel like student orientation activities will end. I was happy to finally escape from all this troublesome activities, but on one hand I felt sad also because soon the people I knew in this class will be broken down to determine the class anyway.

I walked with the other 10th graders to the ceremonial field. Today is the farewell ceremony of MOS, as well as our inauguration event as new students at SMA Negeri X.

My eyes immediately looked at the person standing in the middle of the line between the teacher and the student. Danny's. Why is he standing there? I saw that he was standing straight with a bit of sweat flowing from his forehead.

I kept walking towards my class line with occasional glances at Danny. Was he punished? Because it is not cooperative by following the series of MOS events. I don't know, I'm lazy to think about this freak, if he gets punished, it's because it's his fault. Why you should run away, even before normal classes start.

After we had all lined up to meet the ceremonial ground, my Headmaster began to climb the podium to give him a two-liner opening sentence and a banquet. The greeting and presentation session of a little material from the Headmaster lasted quite a long time about half an hour.

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Time passed, I saw that my Principal had no reason to end the seizure. I'm getting tired of listening to his talk, I want to immediately end the session like this, when the speaker has been delivering the material for too long.

Not long after, the Headmaster began to quiet down and looked towards Danny. There was something that surprised me when the Headmaster was making a speech.

He said things that were so rude to me, yes, he is currently giving advice to Danny. I think the message he said was more toward bullying. He said Danny was one example of a failed man in the future, he often ran away and entered here only with his father who was a soldier.

I see, Danny was so calm listening to all the insults that the Headmaster had given him and witnessed by everyone at school.

After the Principal's session ended, I saw Danny staring at the clock in his hand. I don't know, maybe he felt this speech session was so long as well. Just as I thought.

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When the ceremony and inauguration were completed. I saw Danny walking against the current line of 10th graders who were going back to their respective classes, and he walked through me. As usual, when we passed him he would look at me and give me a smile.

When he turned his head and gave a smile towards me, he immediately ran as fast as he could leaving behind a crowd of 10th graders. Run away and climb over the fence and land perfectly outside the school.

I was shocked to see the sight and the awakened teachers immediately ran towards the school fence to prevent Danny from leaving, but unfortunately Danny had driven away with his favorite motorcycle, occasionally he waved at the teacher.

"Wong, crazy". I said while patting the eel.

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Finally we all return to our respective activities, the next agenda is the division of a new class. Classes remain, friends remain, homeroom remains. It will change again by the time we move up to 11th grade.

I saw a teacher put something on the school's mading board, after the teacher finished making the announcement, we all ran to meet the school's mading.

It turns out that the announcement contains a list of names of students and classes they will occupy. I looked up my name in the row of student names on display there.

Met

Class 10-5, yesss, near the canteen and the lower garden. I was so happy that day. Get a strategic class and away from the other 10th class. It felt soothing without having to hear the noise of the next class. My inner.

When I was jubilant, I thought of someone. I immediately searched all 10th graders for his name. I thought if there was no name it would mean he was expelled from school. Apparently not, his name was listed along with me. Yeah, Danny's my classmate, again.

Moreover, there are rumors that Danny's mother is also a police officer. Families of rank and have children who are not even disciplined and obey the rules. I admit he seems to be someone who is on time, because immediately ran away from school after he saw the clock in his hand.

Is there something he should do? He was in such a hurry to leave school.

I don't know, I don't care.

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Now that I have reached my new class, I see that there are some people from class 10-1 who are still my classmates. In fact, my friend Jamil was also in this class.

Don't blaspheme me for being cold to her on our introductory day, but, hmmm.

I'm used to sitting with him, and again I don't think he talks as much as I do. I don't like sitting with someone who is too noisy and chatty.

I'm sitting in the right row, still in front. But, I don't like sitting here on his slate going to be glazed by the light from the classroom window.

As I walked to my desk, I saw that behind my desk line Johan was eating candy. He looked at me and gave me a smile. I returned his greeting briefly. Honest not because of suave, but rather I am lazy to deal with people like Johan et al. They have a bully aura.

I immediately sat in my chair and soon I saw someone enter my classroom and walk towards the back seat.

Danny

He seemed to be casually walking through the row of tables, biting a piece of green grass.

This child did run away and then came back to school with rest. I wish people ran away from school until the end of class he wouldn't come back. This one is a bit different.

He was nicknamed a strange student.

He stood up and shook Johan's hand, then sat his seat in a corner by the window like in class 10-1.

He took the blind phone and put the headset into his phone's audio jack. He leaned his body against the back of the chair while folding his hands together. His left leg is folded up on his right foot.

Then, he closed his eyes while enjoying the morning sunlight that burst through the window in front of his face.

How could he be that calm, after jumping the school fence blatantly, and maybe he ran out back from the teacher's room, scolded, punished, etc. And he went back to class as if it had never happened.

I wonder what he thinks of all these patterns of behavior. Has he been like this often before?

I turned my body face forward again and played my phone.

I just want this day to be over soon.

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