Today was gonna be normal day. Same boring one. You had basketball practice, classes, all that. But when you arrived to your first class, it wasn't the same. When the class was working on a worksheet, a ginger boy came in. Freckles on his face and an oversized light purple with white sleeves and baggy jeans. "You're late." The teacher says, and a puzzled look appears on his face. "Right. Uhm.. suíochán a ghlacadh." He says in the most whitest accent possible. Everyone laughs, including the ginger boy. He sits down in the only empty seat, next to you, as many people mutter insults like "Irish freak.." "Leprechaun.." And many more. Of course, he had no idea considering the smile on his face. During the middle of class, you glanced over at him, and he was drawing the most beautiful thing ever. A castle near water and a forest. He was a wonderful artist. And obviously had no idea what was going on because his worksheet was blank and in english.