Scratches of Ink on my finger

First Meeting

This is the beginning of the time when my story began, a story that has never been this beautiful in my life. My name is Bayu, a new student at Cendikia High School, a favorite school of the dreams of Junior High School graduates or their equals, and I am a lucky one.

There are actually two favorite schools nearby in this city, another Model High School, as the name suggests it is one of the reflections, the best school model for High School level and always feel competing with Cendikia High School when there is a race event.

Talking about my school now, there are many interesting things here and the most interesting thing is that every corner of this school is decorated with the best artistic level, classic European style, and the most interesting, so you'll feel like you're at Hogwarts school or something. I'm not lying, even our clothes are supportive, looking cool and elegant.

But, from it all I will not tell you about how famous this school is, but a space of time that only exists me, him and some supporting figures. Yeah, this is my story.

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The first day of the student orientation period is supported by sunny weather. The upperclassmen are very happy to master the movements of the innocent new students, indeed the base of the new child does not know anything. In the midst of the brightening the faces of the seniors were inversely proportional to the new juniors who could only gawk in the scorching heat of the sun doused by the instructions of the upperclassmen who felt even like mere rantings, no use at all, other than just mistreating new students who were already like their pets.

"You will be taught how to be educated, painstaking, disciplined, and not bacot a lot." The voice of the upperclassman who served as the chairman of OSIS was more like a youtuber who is often toxic than being a speaker at an event like this. While the other upperclassmen cheered 'RIGHT!'. Fortunately they did not call the word three times like the Upin-Ipin series.

Yes, even though there are many swear that are lodged in the minds of the head for the seniors, instead of also not going out, considering the seniority system is still a law of nature.

I, who was among the thousands of students standing in the vast field of this school without caring for anyone who spoke in front of it, could only pray that the event standing in the midst of this scorching will end soon.

BRUK!

Someone not far from where I was standing fell unconscious.

"Sister! Someone has fainted!" One of the women in the row called out to the ranks of the seniors who were behind the line.

The seniors who heard that, one of them immediately looked for members of PMR, an extracurricular organization at this school, to carry one of the students who fainted. Only one student was with me, the fainted woman I could see.

Long enough I think the PMR members who somehow still did not come, until the senior asked anyone to take the student to the UKS room immediately, but no one wanted to, he said, considering they're tired of being hot. I finally decided to help.

"Come, I'll help, brother."

"Ah, yes, please, yes."

I ran to UKS, following one of the seniors who led the way there. Meanwhile, the new PMR members came to the line when we were halfway through.

In the UKS room, there was already someone I was sure was the doctor for this school, immediately he led me to one of the rooms with the curtain divider.

"You're his friend?" Ask the doctor to me, his hands are busy preparing the tools he will use.

"Sorry, Mom, I'm a new student, I don't know him yet."

"Oh, so." The doctor nodded in understanding and continued his work.

"In that case, I'll take the field again, ma'am."

"Oh, yes, Mom." I walked towards the designated chair and sat there.

The senior who had accompanied me to the UKS was already sitting in another chair playing his phone.

While waiting for the doctor to come, I noticed this UKS room that looks more like a hotel, only furniture makes it a health room. In every corner of the classic European style is very felt, looks elegant, clean, and cold. That's what I've been waiting for, AC. Rather than on the field, I prefer it here. I breathed in all the fresh breeze coming out of the device. It was fortunate that the senior had not noticed me acting strangely in this room, he was still busy with his phone.

The doctor finally came to his desk. "What's your name?"

"Wood, Mom."

"Wood." The doctor nodded while writing something on a sheet with a glass test board. "Look, Bayu. Your friend doesn't seem to have breakfast yet, may I ask you to buy it..."

"Mom, I'm asking for permission to go to the field, Chairman OSIS is asking his members to the field now." The senior sentence cut off the words of the Doctor Maiden who suddenly came to a halt and turned to her. After a nod from the doctor, he left the room I now occupy.

"Can I have some food in the cafeteria?" Further.

"Sorry, ma'am, I don't know where the canteen is yet."

"Not far, really. You just go straight to the right of this room, right around the corner there's a canteen on the right."

I nodded in understanding. "Good, Mom. Please allow me to."

I walked out and followed the doctor's directions to find this school cafeteria. Not hard, I finally found a fairly large canteen there, clean again, this is more suitable called a cafe. I don't know since when I never realized that this was really a High School or a piece of Europe that suddenly disappeared and then moved here. Really very interesting impression for a moment of introduction to this school.

I immediately ordered a box of food and sat down for a while waiting. There were no students hanging around in this cafeteria, quiet, there were only canteen sellers. No need to wait long for my order to finally be wrapped.

"Thank you, Brother."

"Together." The seller replied with a smile.

I went back to the UKS room and approached the doctor who was now sitting next to the fainted student.

"Here, Mom, the food."

The doctor grabbed the food I just bought.

The student was already conscious who was now sitting leaning on the head of the bed. His face was still pale, I pity seeing him, his eyes were staring blankly, and for the first time he glanced at me with that feeble gaze.

DEG.

I'm worried.