The day has already come, I'm going to the University. I run to the bathroom, and I immediately fix myself.
I went down to the kitchen, “Good morning! It's your first day, right?” my father greeted me, while he's reading his favorite book.
“Yeah, I already told the owner, which is your business partner that I want to study there, and treat me like I'm just a normal student,” I explained. My mother looked at me while she's cooking our breakfast.
“Is that so? You don't want to gain some special treatment? I heard they appointed the new campus officers, do you want to be one of them?” my mother asked.
“Yeah, I don't want to gain some of you'd mention before, and it depends on the situation if I will be one of the campus officers,” I answered. I sit beside my father, while my mother is preparing our food.
She puts the plate in front of me, it's a tuna omelet and some sausages. The drinks are orange juice, and of course, water.
We began to eat, and the awkward silence conveys the dining room. I immediately finished my food.
“I need to go, I will be late for coming home, take care!” I don't want to ride in my car, I just want to walk, the University is just within walking distance.
I saw a familiar figure, “Hey!” I shouted to her, and I waved my hands. She smiled and stopped for a while.
“Can we walk together? I didn't have some chance to message you yesterday, I'm sorry, my bad,” I said. I awkwardly scratch my nape and avoid her gaze.
“Uhm, it's fine, you don't have to message, and call me every time we have different things to do, and different tasks to work...” she whispered.
I stood up properly and cleared the lump in my throat. She's right, we have to settle something for our own business.
We reached the school gate, and we talked about the different things, like her favorite movies, books, and actors. She told me her favorite color, foods, and drinks.
We have so many things in common, like, she loves the rain, and cloudy sky, she dislikes the sleeveless dress, high-heels, and make-up.
I secretly smile, my first impression of her was right, she's just a simple girl, with an unbelievable personality.
She's having an angelic face and voice, but her skills are excellent. We encountered the teachers, and office staff, but she continues to greet them one by one.
“Are you one of the campus officers?” I asked. She shakes her head, so it means, she's not one of the campus officers.
My head is aching, I don't know if I'm just confused or I just can't absorb all the events. I'm hoping that one day, I can cope with it easily.
I decided to become silent because I feel like I can't understand everything. Do I look stupid? We reached our classroom, and their heads were automatically turned around in my direction.
The teacher gasped, but after a few seconds, she came back to her normal activities.
“Come inside, and please, introduce yourself to the class,” the teacher spoke while smiling at me. Zoe walked inside the room, and I saw that there's still a vacant chair beside her.
“Good morning everyone, I'm Harvey McKenzie, I'm the new student here, I transferred here because of confidential reasons, I hope that you will be nice to me,” I responded.
The girls are smiling at me, while the other boys were just writing, and doing something to their chairs.
I shrugged my shoulder, and started to walk, “Can I have this seat? Does anyone own this chair?” Before she'd be able to answer me, I put my bag at the top of the chair.
“Mr. McKenzie? Please be informed that we have a locker room for your things if you want to put them, or keep them, thank you!” the teacher stated.
I shrugged my shoulder. I don't care, my bag is loaded with gold. Just kidding, although it's not funny, my bag is loaded with my personal belongings, and it's important.
I can't put it somewhere because my things might disappear from here.
We heard the bell rang as a sign that the class should start at that time. Our teacher started our lesson.
Our topic is all about how we can communicate with foreign people, she told us that we should have a long patience and an understanding mind.
If we have a foreign visitor, we should greet the person with a warm welcome, and a pleasant approach. We all agree with that kind of trait.
Our teacher explains the rules, and regulations inside of this classroom. She said that we need to obey the seniors, and officers, especially the teachers, and staff.
If someone is bullying one of us, we should report it to the office, or teachers, so they can put some actions for the child or children.
Bullying is prohibited, if someone caught you, and you are bullying someone, you will face the consequences. I raised my hand.
“What kind of consequences, Mrs. Johnsen?” She looked at me with a bewildered look on her face.
“Nobody told you? The consequences depend on the officer or the teachers, but mostly, the consequences were just cleaning the whole university without complaining,” she answered. I arched my eyebrow.
“How about if the student was just put to some traps? You know, someone planned it for the innocent student, how can you determine if the student is guilty or not? Does the student do something wrong? How about the consequences for the wrong accusations?” I asked.
Some of them are just looking at me without blinking, but some of them are just listening to my questions.
I'm talking to one of the owners of this University, she should be aware of that because not all of the students are guilty, some of them are just frame-up, what I mean is, someone just planned it for their own sake, so the other students are suffering for their mistakes.
It's not fair if you know what I mean. She cleared her throat, “For the wrong accusations, we are confident that our students are honest and loyal to their University,” she answered.
I don't know why, but I'm feeling some rage, I don't know if this is right or not.
“Honest? Sorry for my attitude, and words, but who knows if you can control their mind, and feelings, they are just a student who can't determine the real meaning of what's right, and what's wrong.” I smiled bitterly. Do I need to explain it?
Maybe, she might feel some anger because of my words.
“Mind you, Mr. McKenzie, how old are you again?” I looked at the ground. Should I be proud of my age or not?
“Uhm, twelve years old—” she cuts my words.
“Twelve? Stop lecturing me! I'm your teacher! Please give some respect!” she shouted.
The whole class began to mock me. Sheez, wrong move, Harvey.