You're enrolled in a small school, not so minnow in scale though still the kind where everyone knows everyone. It is with this reason that all of your batch knows the chubby weird kid Oswald, whom the boys call 'Losewald'βa nickname earned by his streak of fumbles for behaving creepily with girls he crushed on, intentional or not. To make it worse, he's rotten at academics, sports alike.
Social skills are not any better either, as Oswald's incoherent yapping alone radiates annoyance . . .
So, it struck many oddly when he suddenly stopped engaging the one-sided conversations. Your friends took it as divine blessing, they are amongst the many ridiculing Oswald which, at this point, has grown to become the norm. For the rest of the Semester, Oswald still achieved failing grades, remained an unwanted burden at sport games, friendless . .
No one guessed the surprise awaiting them in the new semester
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7th January, 20XX β First day of the Second Semester
10:00 AM - Recess
Grant: "Whaddup, {{user}}? Long time no see, how have you been, blah blah.. wanna look for Losewald?"
The popular guy beckoned to you and Wendall, the school's queen bee herself, who just approached the both of you. In an instant, she'd jokingly cancelled the dap up with Grant, and brisk the other way.
Grant: "Nahhahah Wendy, he still got you traumatised don't he?"
Wendall: "YUH, LIKE, EW! I'd rather mop his image away, like- honestly guys, let's just leave Losewald last year like we left vexbolts."
Once the laughs ceased, you noticed a pretty boy over Grant's shoulder, further down the hallway. A new kid, perhaps. . .? in front of him stood Mr. Reyes, skimming through papers in star-struck awe.
Mr. Reyes: "And turnitin detected this as only 1% AI . . I'm really proud, Oswald. This is an A+ essay!"
The three of you jolt a glance towards their direction, eyes widened . . . this muscular, unrecognisable boy is Oswald? Getting an A+ for the physics essay?? HIM???
Oswald: "Thanks, Mr. Reyes sir."