"Alright, class, settle down. Meet the new student."

The classroom was crazy. Usually, there isn't a new student. Like, about every five years or so, they say, a new student approaches the campus. Everybody was excited. Clearly, they couldn't hold it in. Most of the time, people don't experience a new student in any of their classes at all throughout their entire four years at this school.

But here I am, in a class acting like a bunch of chimpanzees, while I'm the only one staying quiet and peaceful. This new student must be confused. Maybe even scared. I wouldn't blame him, though. If I were in his shoes, I'd be terrified. I would be terrified whether I were him or not, but I'm used to it. It's the second semester, after all.

"CLASS! Sit down! Enough with the monkey business. Now, as I was saying," Miss Betilla continued. "This is a new student." I couldn't help but think, No shit, sherlock.

Miss Betilla looked at this new classmate before saying, "Well, would you like to introduce yourself now, or later?"

He stood there, quiet for a moment before speaking. "I'll introduce myself now."

He then looked at us, clearly nervous. "H-hi, I'm Rayman. Rayman Mytholise. I came from the Glade. Glade of Dreams. I'm 16 and a half, and, it's pretty obvious, but I'm in 11th grade." I heard him mutter, "Well, no duh," before he resumed the introduction. "I really like music. And, uh... that's all."

"Alright, Rayman. Now pick one of the empty seats." The teacher told Rayman. There was a couple of empty seats next to me, and a few more across the room. Rayman chose one of the desks next to mine. He probably did that because he thought everyone else was crazy.

"Now, back to the lesson."

I just stared out the window, not really paying attention to anything that had to do with the lesson. Why do we need to learn what happened in the 1700s?

Someone across the row of desks I was in, also known as Luigi, threw a paper airplane at me. Why does he need to throw paper airplanes? I mean, what does he get out of that?

Wait, this airplane is different... It has words on it. I unfolded the paper and read what it said.

"I think the new student is staring at you."

What the hell? Why do I need to know this? I just glanced over at Rayman, who was looking at me in some... affectionate way? What the hell was this? Love at first sight?

"What?" I muttered, looking at Rayman with an annoyed face expression on my face. He almost immediatley looked away, flustered. Another paper airplane to the face. Luigi, jesus christ.

This one had words, too. I opened it.

"He probably likes you."

Now, hold up! He likes me!? What!?!?!

I was too busy staring at this paper in confusion to realize that the teacher was staring at me for a while now.

"Would you like to read it to the class?"

I glanced at Rayman once again. He was confused. Luigi, across the room, was sitting there with a face that explains what might happen.

I could barely hear him mutter, "Oh crap."