On my own

Building 3, Group C, classroom number 1. I walked pensively about how funny life is. In the saddest moment of my life, when I needed my best friend the most, he was separated from me.

“Finally some good news came to you, from now on you will see me less. I hope you don't miss me too much~”

When Leonel confirmed that he was on the group A list, those words came out of his mouth. Although of course, he could see in my face that I was suffering for this situation.

“I never thought this day would come, finally God took pity on me and sent me good news.”

I said that opening my arms and looking at the sky. Leonel just smiled and we walked together to our classrooms.

Despite being quite a large school, equipped to meet all the needs of the students, there are only 4 first-year groups, ordered from A to D. Students from all grades in group A study in building 1, from group B in building 2, and so on. Leonel was the first to arrive at his building, when we got to the entrance we just turned to see each other for a few seconds and said goodbye without saying a word. Now I'm on my own.

I arrived at the classroom that corresponded to me. A list was taped to the board with the designated seat for each student. I don't know what kind of criteria was used to accommodate us like this, but I got the seat at the back of the classroom next to the window. Pretty cliché, right?

I sat in my place with a lot of nerves, reviewing my entry I must have looked like a rude person who did not make the slightest attempt to greet someone. If I tried to correct my mistake now, it would be very strange, so I decided to speak to the person who will sit next to me, it doesn't matter who it was.

The minutes passed and the classroom was filled with more and more students, but still no one occupied the seat next to me. A guy finally sat down in front of me, but he came in accompanied by his friend and I couldn't find the right moment to say hello.

Time kept passing and I got more nervous, it is true that I recognized Leonel's value in my social life, but I never imagined being so useless. I guess I can add it to the list of pleasant surprises I've had about myself, I'll write it down next to the glass knees.

Suddenly the bustle of the classroom ceased for an instant. A rather pretty girl walked in and all of the gazes turned to her. Short black hair, long beautiful legs, an incredibly elegant appearance and an overall spectacular figure was what I could appreciate in the distance. Maybe she'll be my long-awaited seatmate, though again that would be pretty cliché, right?

She walked a few steps without stopping to talk to anyone, she looked at the list that was on the blackboard and located her seat. She finally arrived at her destination and let her beautiful body rest on the chair next to me.

There was no way I was going to talk to her, ever. The classroom stopped aiming their gazes at the girl, but there were still two or three people appreciating the beauty that had just entered.

I can boast that I am not a person who is carried away by appearances. It is true that she is very pretty, even up close she is more so, but for me that was insignificant. If I had to choose my ideal type of girl, it would undoubtedly be a kind person, smiling, who laughs at my jokes, who listens carefully when I tell her something, a woman to whom I can trust my most intimate secrets, etc. The body deteriorates over the years; the being is what truly endures over time.

Despite saying all of the above, I was still paralyzed in my seat without being able to greet her. Why couldn't I talk to her? Since when did I become such a coward? It is true that the injury changed my life, but even that was not a sufficient excuse. The first class of the day was about to start, so for a moment I stopped feeling sorry for myself and decided it was time to talk to her. I would tell her anything, I just wanted to shake off this incomprehensible fear.

“Hello”

The most common word came out of my mouth. The girl didn't even turn to see me, she kept checking her cell phone as if nothing had happened. Didn't she hear me? I noticed that the guy sitting in front of me didn't seem to have heard me either. In conclusion, it was my fault. End of the game. I tried. There is an old phrase that says: "You don't live by celebrating victories but by overcoming defeats"... right now I can't find a relationship with this embarrassing situation, but I remembered it and it made me feel better.

After my failed attempt to socialize, classes started. The teacher entered the classroom and began to welcome us to the school. A few days before, a small official event had been held with the parents, where the institution was explained in broad strokes; how it works, the benefits we will have for being part of it and the responsibilities that come with it.

During the first class the presentations began. Some better than others, but in the end nobody had a presentation that will be considered disastrous. Finally, it was my turn, and… well, I didn't do too badly. The teacher asked us to say our names, age and the motivations that led us to choose the Golden School. Fortunately, I didn't have any kind of problem with the first two questions, but in the third I had to improvise a bit, since there was no special reason why I chose to be here, I just wanted to follow Leonel.

When I finished my presentation my classmates clapped, I sat back in my place and the mysterious and beautiful girl next to me began her presentation. I was excited to find out how she was going to present herself, but to my surprise she was the worst by far. The only thing she said was:

“Andrea Valencia, 15 years old, Archery.”

She sat down again and for about 5 seconds the entire room was silent. Then the claps began, albeit a little off key, and the rest of the presentations continued.

I didn't take too much importance to what had happened, at the end of the day we are all human beings and we make mistakes, and that doesn't exempt pretty girls. The first class of the day ended and there was a small space to socialize.

I knew this was the perfect time to make amends for my previous mistake. This time, I had the advantage. Andrea had started her day badly and I could be that first friend to save her. I was motivated, so I spoke to her with a firm and confident voice:

“Hi Andrea, nice to meet you. My name is Robin and I will be sitting next to you this entire school year.”

I extended my hand politely to initiate the greeting. I had done it perfectly; I was definitely at my best.

“ …”

She turned to see my hand for a few seconds, but did not return the greeting. With an expressionless face, she simply said:

“Hi”

When she finished saying that one word, she directed her gaze back to her cell phone. My brain took a while to process everything that was happening and when it did I was finally able to put my hand down. Now it was clear to me, this silly girl did not fail due to nerves in her presentation, she is simply conceited. I was so upset. I couldn't believe I was going to sit next to this moron for a whole year. I cursed my luck that, once again, had put me in an annoying situation.