This is my first time doing this, so I hope I don't stuff things up. Anyway, hopefully this chapter I whipped up isn't as bad as I think it is. Since I'm like a really big fan of Pride I just had to write something about him. It took me like 3 weeks to type this up, so I hope it's good. I know I'll have sloppy grammar in here somewhere, so I apologize for any inconvenience.
SPOILERS FOR WHO PRIDE IS!
I sometimes spoil things for my friends at school when I'm ahead of them a few episodes, so that's something I'll try not to do in the future ^ ^;
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Chapter 1
Worries
Selim had to admit it to himself; he was small for an 8 grader. He didn't grow at all during the summer break; he would sometimes wonder what the cause of his of his growth was instead of figuring ways out to get past puberty. He told himself repetitively that everything was going to be alright, he tried not to think too much about his new peer's in the class eying him, not because he was a new student but rather because he was short. Selim knew how much first impressions were and the thought about being smaller than everyone…..
All of a sudden he didn't feel too well.
He just couldn't take in all the pressure at once, this certainly wasn't going to help him be recognised as a normal being, and the butterflies that roamed around in his stomach weren't helping either. For his whole life he had been home schooled, instead of teachers he had private torturers, instead of classmates he had servants and instead of friends he had books. He was rarely allowed to go outside, but if he was to go to school he would be outside five days a week, something he was defiantly not used to. Selim was never allowed to go outside by himself not unless it was in his large backyard their mansion had. He's mother was sometimes out there in the morning drinking a hot cup of tea with some strange person from the military, he honestly had no clue on why his mother had so many connections within Central command, surely being rich wasn't the main purpose of their visits. It made him wonder why his mum would rather him stay inside…..it just didn't make any sense. He doubted that any mother could be so protective than his. Unfortunately his thoughts were soon shifted back to school, but at least he was able to think of something else for a while.
He could hear the teacher mumble on the other side of the door to her class; he also heard whispering and cheerful laughs. Waiting anxiously he looked around the hall way, everyone was already in their classes; no one was yet to be seen in the hallway. When the lights above him flickered rapidly, it creped him out, they should really fix that light bulb.
Selim stood there waiting for the moment the teacher would call him in and introduce him to the class; unfortunately the feeling of worry had not yet settled. He tried to think of happier things other than his first day at school. The sound of footsteps interrupted his thoughts; he slowly looked up to see a teacher. With the morning sunshine directly shined on the man's face it was difficult to see him clearly. Selim lifted his hand up to block the sun from his view, the man had brown hair and had a slight smile on his face, and his gleaming blue eyes calmed him down somehow. Before he could say anything, the man asked a question that he practically hears every time his outside the mansion.
"Hey there little boy, are you lost?"
There was no way he knew how to answer. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Pretending to be a child was easier than anything he had done before; maybe if he just acted like one he could fool this teacher and go home for the rest of the day. His stomach began to light up at the idea of going home and forgetting about being humiliated. In the most childless voice he could do he made up a little story. "We'll, my mummy dropped me off at school, and I got kind of lost. So if it's not too much trouble could you tell me where the primary buildings are?" He hugged the teacher's legs and made a few sobbing noises just to convince him about his little fib. Unexpectedly the brown haired man stiffened and hesitated to calm him down. After five seconds of hearing no comforting words he glanced up, there was no longer a happy smile on his face, but rather a horrified look.
Does he already know that I'm an 8 grader...I'm so screwed!
But if that wasn't the case Selim would have assumed that the teacher had a phobia of children. He instantly blocked out that thought, it was pretty stupid for a man to become a teacher if he was afraid of children. He almost lost his act just thinking about what made this teacher react in such a profound way, all he could do was expect the unexpected. Before he could give himself away he looked up at the teacher with disappointment in his eyes. "Is something wrong? Did I do something to upset you…I-I'm sorry"
Nothing happened…
Selim winced a little than ran down the hallway as fast as he could, what am I doing? Just play along with it. His running had slowed down to a halt; he hung his head and slightly looked back at the teacher with a sad face. The teacher snapped back to reality "wait…..where are you going?" At the sound of his voice Selim pretended to be startled by his vast reply and once again took off running down the hallway and tripping over a couple of steps down the stair case. Selim felt stupid for running away from his fears and that he had tripped. But not only that, he'd gotten himself lost too. The rows of class rooms, offices, and genitor closets were like a labyrinth to him, he either didn't know his way around or it was because he was small and everything else was big. With his back against a corner wall he sunk down and sighed. He asked himself multiple questions on what happened back there, but yet again it's not like he cared much on what he did as long as it didn't involve risking his reputation. But the thing was he didn't even have one, he didn't even step into the classroom he feared so very much. He searched through his bag for his new time table, he felt frustrated that he had to put his hand deeper inside his bag to find a piece of paper, feeling along the bottom of his bag he knocked his school books to one side and his lunch box that was prepared and neatly packed by his chief. Finally he managed to grab it, he forcefully ripped it out from under the other objects as the result of it being torn in half; he scowled. Reading his schedule he saw that it was almost time for morning tea or recess whatever people called it.
The only problem he had with this was that, morning tea was when…everyone came out.