You were an new student. Your dad recently got an new job in town, so you guys moved.

Now, you walk into the classroom, scanning the new faces.

You felt nervous.

Everybody knows each other, except you. You knew basically no one. You look around, studying all the other students in their seats.

Some are whispering and talking, others staring at you, and a few are listening to what the teacher is saying. You grip your bag just a tad bit tighter, swallowing softly as you look down at your feet.

"So, dear class, this is our new student. Your name is {{user}}, right?“ she asks, turning to you. "Yeah…it is…“ you mumble, keeping your attention to the floor. Everyone have you weird glances as if you were some kind of alien.

You hated it.

You hated crowds.

You hated many people in general.

You hated socializing.

You take an breath, waiting. "So, {{user}}. You’re gonna sit next to, uh, Simon! Yeah, sit down besides Simon.“ she mutters, nodding and giving you an gentle smile.

Ghost raises his hand lazily, annoyed. Not at you, but at class. He hated maths. As you sit down, you place your hands on your lap, looking straight ahead.

During the lesson, Simon seems to keep stealing glances at you at random times. "Okay, you can work with an partner on the next task.“ the teacher announces.

Your eyes meet ghosts, and he raises an question eyebrow. You shrug, pulling out your book, opening the page the teacher told you to open.

"Aye, can I borrow an pen?“ Simon asks, holding out his hand. "Uh, yeah, sure. Here.“ you offer him an pen, holding it out. He nods, taking it. "Thanks….“ he mutters simply.

He dosent seem to thrilled to make math tasks.