Second Road

Eposode 11: Drizzle in the morning

"Believe a little. I always see what you're doing, and about that TTS and my sudoku I don't think you can solve almost anything."

Grandpa pressed the horn, there was a car that never moved in front. The traffic lights are green.

Right after the car in front of it moved, the car we were riding in also moved.

It was pretty cold that morning. Cloudy clouds accompanied by a slight drizzle managed to make anyone lazy to move. But the road is still crowded with various vehicles that pass.

After about five minutes, the car slowed down and finally stopped. On the right, there is a large gate and its wall that says :

'Private High School'

I read his writing, then reflexively turned to look at grandfather.

"It looks like we're misplaced. Grandpa should have stopped across the street there."

I pointed to a junior high school that was across the street.

"No, this is correct. Grandpa sure this is the place."

Grandpa immediately removed his seatbelt, then opened the door and immediately exited. I followed Grandpa in the back.

"I'm only 14, cake. I should have been second or third grade in junior high school."

I scratched my head that wasn't scratching. My feelings are weird. How could I go straight to high school at this age?

What did grandpa really do? Does he have any inside acquaintances? This is not true. Is this illegal? Or don't you let grandpa bribe someone?

Duh...why do I even think that is not? Bodo time for now.

"Come, comein. The bell will ring soon."

Grandfather pushed my back slowly, telling me to get in there immediately.

"Grandfather didn't take me inside?"

I looked at him. I never went there and he told me to go alone.

Where did his affection go last night? Where did the figure of a grandfather who loved his grandson so much go?

"For what? I'm sure you can be alone, I don't want to bother you, make friends. Oh, don't forget your class is class 1-B. Don't get me wrong, learn the right thing. I'll pick you up later."

He pulled me into his arms, then rubbed my head. Some people started to notice us. Some students in uniforms like me glanced at us.

Wasn't it a rare sight where a boy was still often hugged by his grandfather even though he was already in school?

Duh.malunya.

I want to disappear from this world

"Grandfather, I'm leaving."

I let go of his embrace, then gave his greetings. I walked quickly while waving my hands at him.

Just passing through the gates of this school alone has amazed me. The gate with a bronze-colored iron fence was probably about three meters high.

Behind the fence, there was a large field with many people walking on it. There's some whitewashed buildings here. I'm sure it's his classroom.

There is a small garden and a bench as well. Is this like that school? Justjust wonderful. My heart is pounding. Until it feels like it's going to explode.

Ah, true. First find a class first.

If it wasn't wrong, Grandpa said I'd be in 1-B class. But where is it? Should I ask someone? This place is so big. I could get lost.

I finally asked one of the students. I guess it was the upperclassman because the color of his clothes had faded a little.

I don't know his name. He's a pretty tall guy, I'm only as tall as his chest. But thankfully he was going to tell me and take me to the front of the class.

"Sister, thank you for driving me." I bowed my head a little, trying to look polite.

"No problem, did you just move in?" The brother looked at me with a smile. Do I look weird? Or maybe because my body is short and small?

Lately I have been frustrated to realize how short I am for a kid my age.

"Ah, yes. I just got in today."

"If you need help, I'm in class 2-A. See you soon."

This class is also white. Are all schools this color? Or is it possible that white paint colors are popular lately? His domineering grandfather's house was also white. What's with the white?

When I first entered the class, I was amazed. The atmosphere immediately changed. There are a lot of chairs and tables. This class is quite spacious and there are some wall hangings as well.

Some people are struggling with their books and writings. Most of them are men. I don't know what they're doing.

Several other people were seen chatting and some were playing mobile phones. The rest were sitting and folding their hands at the table, then leaning their heads there. All right, they're sleeping.

I walked slowly, trying not to attract attention. I looked for an empty chair that no one was sitting in, and then sat there.

A man entered the class about three minutes later. He is tall and glasses with a blue shirt and trousers. It seems he is his teacher.

Someone gave an aba when the teacher came in. Everyone stood up and greeted. I who did not understand so much just followed with a bit of confusion. After that, everyone sat down as usual.

"All right, good morning everyone. Today there should have been new students, but it doesn't seem to have come yet. First we'll let you know."

The man opened a book, then mentioned the names of the students one by one in alphabetical order. So, there seems to be a new student besides me.

It's a little bit of a relief to know you're not alone. There are others like you. Although basically everyone is different. Twins also have differences. Nothing in this world could be categorized as exactly the same.

"Well, is there anything whose name hasn't been called yet?"

The man closed the book he was holding and placed it on the table.

"A.lc.anu. My name hasn't."

I hesitated to raise my hand. Yes, my name is not that. The whole class looked at me with a surprised face.

"Who are you? Since when was it there?"

The teacher also walked towards me with a look that was no less surprised. Is there something strange about me?

"Na.my name is Haru. I was here before you came in."

I could see some people starting to whisper. Some of them still look at me in disbelief.

Has no one noticed my existence before? Is my existence really not considered? They are so fucking.

"Hari? Oh, you're Haru that's yeah. Why didn't you say?"

The man looked at me while shaking his head. Smile when I see you closer.

"I think you already know I'm here and I think there's a new student besides me."

"Well, there is. You're the only one who just came in. Well then, Haru Miguel. Introduce yourself."

The man returned to the front of the class.

"What?" that word reflex jumped out of my mouth.

"What is what?"

"Sorry, what did you call me?"

"Miguel Haru. Is there something wrong with that? Or don't you forget your own name? If you feel unwell, you can go to the UKS."

The man smiled while squinting at me. Did he taunt me? And why is my name like that? If it's not wrong Miguel is Grandpa's last name. Arias Miguel's.

So, that name was also given to me?

"All right, my name is Haru Miguel, 14 years old. This is my first time attending school. So please help."

I introduced myself a little bit. People are still watching me. My face feels so hot. It's a shame when people keep staring at you for so long.

But I still put on a calm and calm look. This is one of the most sociable ways I've ever read in an article in an old magazine.

A person will look natural and cool when they remain calm. I want them not to think of me as a freak.

Today everything feels so coming. There are a lot of unexpected things that happen so quickly.

Is it possible that the drizzling smell from the rain has confused me? Or has the smell of wet air taken control of my thinking?

My heart was still pounding until I couldn't feel my own feet. My hands feel frozen, not just because of the cold air. But also because of my feelings at the moment.

A lot of things will be waiting out there. And maybe something amazing will happen too. Whatever happens next, I will face it.