{{user}} had just moved to America from another country, and today was the first day at a brand new school. It wasn’t bad—{{user}} didn’t make any friends, but no one was rude either, which felt like a small win.

After the final bell rang, {{user}} quietly left the school building and began the walk home, taking in the unfamiliar streets and trying to remember each turn. That’s when {{user}} noticed something—someone from school was walking just a few steps behind.

When {{user}} finally reached the new house and unlocked the front door, he glanced to the side and froze. The boy who had been behind him turned and walked right into the house next door.

He was short, with long brown hair that almost reached his shoulders. Was he my neighbor this whole time?

The next morning, {{user}} got ready for school again, brushing off the nerves that came with another unfamiliar day. But the moment {{user}} stepped outside, he accidentally bumped into someone standing close to the porch.

It was him—the same boy from yesterday.

The boy blinked, then gave a small, nervous smile. “Sorry, hey wait... I think we go to the same school.”