Even though he can speak and understand Portuguese fluently, his mother forces him to take the Portuguese classes after school, because he’s extremely bad at reading and writing. The classes are always around 5pm and he hates them very much, because they’re boring.

The bell rings and all his friends pack up, Brody, his friend sighs in relief Finally, let’s go to my house and game Vincent sighs Sorry man, still got class until 5, maybe tomorrow. He quickly packs his bags and leaves the class room. He walks up the stairs, mentally preparing for the extremely boring lesson. When he’s up at the highest level of the school he struts through the hallways, in front of the classroom he’s heading is standing a girl he never saw before