DAYMARE 10: Loreance

"Lewin!" Mama called me when I got out of the car.

She is wearing her casual office uniform.

"Yup?"

“This is your first day of school, so please behave, okay?”

I scoffed.

“Befriend your new classmates. Don’t be too loud and avoid making bad first impressions so you can make good friends.” She pointed a finger towards me. “Always remember to be polite with your teachers. Don’t give them unnecessary problems like what you did before.”

Here she goes again. Lecturing me like she couldn’t trust me with my first day here. Well, I can’t blame her. I did things that led me to the principal’s office before. But now, I won’t do anything illegal at this school…yet.

“Lewin, are you listening to what I just said? Do you understand?”

I glanced at her. “Yes, Ma”

“And take care of your belongings. You always lost your school supplies.”

“Yuuup”

“Text or call me if you need anything. Behave well, huh!”

“Winwin! Tell me about your day later. Ba-bye!” Janey waved goodbye while she was in the car. I can see her snot after she cried a while back.

“Bye-bye!” I waved back at them, and they finally disappeared from my sight.

My sister was left at home because she could not find a job here yet. Mama was lucky because she got a job here before we moved out.

Janey should be the first to be dropped off at her school by Mama, but she was crying and begging not to leave her alone at her new school. With no other choice, they dropped me off first.

It’s frustrating to face this school where I am at.

D*mn, it’s the first day of school.

After my 2-month vacation, this would be another calvary for me to suffer with. No difference from Clairene. The cycle repeats no matter where you put me as long as I’m still at chool.

The school opposite me is small and old compared to Clairene Academy, but it's okay because this province has a small population.

I read somewhere that Torinay High School ranked first in this province for producing smart and industrious students.

With the small size of this school, they most probably have a few students studying here.

I reluctantly entered the school's dilapidated gates. The long hallway approached me.

"Excuse me," I called to a woman in her mid-40s, in a teacher's uniform.

She smiled at me.

"Oh, good morning.” I greeted her. “I'm a new transferee student here-"

“Ah! Are you Mr. Truvel?”

"Yes, that’s me. Lewin Truvel"

"Good timing, follow me."

This teacher seems kind.

We went up to the third floor where the grade 11 classrooms were. As expected, there were very few students here.

This school is pretty basic and airy. Some stair steps create that freaky sound that tells you a lot that this school is old.

“It’s already 7:05 am, Mr. Truvel. Kindly introduce yourself to your new classmates, okay?”

I just nodded in agreement.

The teacher has already entered the said room. I peeked inside for about 13-15 students before entering.

"Class, silence!" the teacher scolded my classmates.

They were noisy and became silent when they heard the teacher.

"Arrange your chairs in their proper places.”

I waited 2 minutes before I heard the teacher speak again.

“Please welcome your new classmate."

The teacher asked me to come in, so I went in and saw the teacher's smile greet me…

No, it’s a teacher with a bloody face. H-Her melting eyeballs were falling!

I stepped back and I also watched my classmates… their heads are cut off!

Darn it! What is this?!

I ran towards the classroom door.

“Mr. Truvel?” I blinked multiple times when I heard my last name.

I stopped and looked around. The teacher and my classmates were staring at me. But now, they all look okay. I blinked again and everything went back to normal.

“Where are you going? You haven’t introduced yourself to us yet, Mr. Truvel,” the teacher reminded me.

I went back near the teacher’s table. I gulped and stood up straight. They must have been thinking how crazy I was.

“I’m Lewin. Lewin Truvel... Uh… Fancy meeting y’all.” I scratched my head and smiled.

They still look puzzled at what I did earlier.

The teacher, Ma’am Zenaida aka Ma’am Zena, told me to take a seat after my introduction.

Unfortunately, people were sitting in the end corner, so I sat in the middle.

I noticed my classmates were still looking at me, but I ignored them. Must be completely normal for them to see a weird face that acted strangely.

Wait till I unleash my stubborn spirit in this school and community.

It looks like I'm the only transferee and the new guy here. They might refer to me as an alien of this class because they must be classmates for a couple of years already.

I have a male classmate sitting on my right side with a clean-cut haircut and a female classmate with a waist-length haircut and bangs on my left side.

I just noticed that they both were sneaking a glance at me.

I didn't pay further attention to it because I was still thinking about that horrific scene I had seen.

I could hear a few whispers even with the teacher talking and teaching. I don't want to meddle with their gossip, yet it seems they swallowed a megaphone.

"Hey, isn't he the same as last year's transferee? She's also from Clay Academy. What was it again?"

"Yes, that issue was trending."

“Yeah, yeah. After a year, there’s another transferee from that school. What a coincidence.”

“Shh, quiet. He might hear us. Let’s talk about it during recess time.”

Tch. Obviously, they were talking about me.

I’m not a girl, so I’m not fond of gossip, but what they talked about made me curious.

Some just keep tuning in to the teacher talking about new stuff, even if it doesn’t matter, especially on the first day of class.

My mind flies, wondering how Rico, my classmates there, the Metro City, the computer shop, and the street food near the school are doing right now.

I was just surprised when the class suddenly made noise, and our second subject teacher left. It is now our recess or snack time.

I was about to get up to find something to eat when someone called my name. It was the boy sitting on my right side.

He tapped my right shoulder and smiled.

“Bro! Welcome to our school.” He said.

I just smiled at him. He seems like a nice guy, for starters.

The girl with long hair on my left turned to me, looking a bit confused.

"Don't you remember us?" she asked me a question that I understood, but I didn’t get what she meant by that.