NOVEL WEB First day of school {Mystic High School} [2]
Scenes of a student walking across campus while looking down at his phone. He didn't have to wonder who it is.
Yes, our protagonist Evan is now waiting for Maps to load up as he moves to his new school. He faces a problem though, but he also has a solution when he sees many teenagers, in the uniform of that particular school moving to their way. He lies and says he does, agreeing to go along with them.
His mission is successful, but they start to feel a bit weirded out by him, as if he were haunting them. Some even chase him and yet he eludes them.
Evan tries it, figuring that this method would be quicker than looking at a map and then in fact makes it to the school. But it takes him half an hour, when the map says otherwise-15 minutes away from his home.
Hoping the walk will help his memory he went inside the school gates and approached an adult man who was standing over students arriving.
The man saw him and was surprised because he didn't look like a school pupil.
"Hey kid, who are you and what are you doing here in our school while wearing the school uniform?" he inquired, as Evan approached him before he could ask anything else, showering him with a flurry of questions.
"Sir, I am a new transfer student, and today is my first day. Could you please direct me to the principal's office?" Evan managed to ask after the teacher's rapid-fire questions abated.
"Oh, sorry kid, I mistook you for one of those troublemakers who sneak into the school to cause mischief. By the way, the principal's office is on the ground floor. Go down the hallway, and it's the room next to the stairs," he explained, offering an apology and guidance to the office.
"Thanks, sir... Ahmm," Evan hesitated, realizing he didn't know the teacher's name.
"Oh, my name is Robin," the teacher said, understanding that they hadn't been introduced.
"Okay, thanks, Mr. Robin. I hope you have a good day," Evan said as he walked away, leaving Robin alone.
"Ah, the kid was nice. I hope he's in my class. Shoot, I forgot to ask which class he's in," Robin mused, watching the boy disappear after a few seconds.
He sighed and began observing the other children entering.
Meanwhile, Evan, even after finding the way, had to ask several students before he finally reached the principal's office.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.
"Come in," a deep voice responded from inside, surprising Evan. He had expected the principal to be a nice and friendly man, as Jason had described, but the voice suggested otherwise.
Evan took another breath and entered the office. He noticed the principal engrossed in his newspaper, almost concealed behind it. Evan remained silent, waiting for the principal to speak first.
"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to explain why you're here?" the Principal asked as Evan stood up straight.
"Sir, I'm the new student. I have a letter from my Uncle Jason; he instructed me to deliver it personally to you," Evan said, placing the letter on the desk.
"Oh, so you're the one. I didn't expect them to adopt a boy of your age. Everyone thought after his son's death, he would opt for a baby to care for, but lo and behold, you're the chosen one. You're quite fortunate; that old man is exceedingly wealthy," the Principal remarked, a peculiar man known for speaking his mind bluntly, regardless of whether his words were harsh or hurtful.
"Actually, Sir, I'm only staying with them until I reach adulthood, then I'll move out. I'm just a stranger to them, or rather, a child whose parents are unknown—a mere ward until I come of age. I have no interest in their wealth; I haven't considered it for a moment, and I've even tried to avoid using their money for anything," Evan replied, but Principal, Rick, skeptical of anyone not tempted by wealth, merely scoffed.
He glanced at the letter, broke the seal, and unfolded it.
"Let's see what he has to say, then," he muttered, and began to read the contents of the letter:
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Hey friend, if you're reading this, I'm writing to ask you not to bring up anything strange with this kid. We all know about your glib tongue, which has upset many people. His name is Evan, and we've adopted him, but he knows nothing of it since it was done secretly. Evan wanted to leave the orphanage, but Wilson disagreed until he thought of me.
He called one day, sharing everything about Evan and his parents. After discussing it with my wife, we agreed to take him in, even adopting him, but since Evan wasn't ready, we've kept it hidden from him.
I'm telling you this because I want you to avoid topics that might hurt or sadden him.
If you do, not even I can protect you from Rossy, as she loves him like her own son.
So, goodbye, and I think we should all reunite like in our younger days, sharing life stories like old times. And I trust you haven't said anything foolish or outlandish.
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"Ah shoot, I'm in trouble if this kid spills the beans," he thought, setting aside the letter and observing Evan, who appeared innocent as he surveyed the office.
"Ahem," he coughed softly to capture Evan's attention.
"Yes, sir?" Evan responded, straightening his back as he looked around.
"Kid, may I ask..." he began, pausing mid-sentence to glance out the window, checking for eavesdroppers.
--To be continued--
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