It would be the most wonderful thing in the world, he was sure of it. Mathias hit the wonderful age of seventeen, which meant it was his last two years in High School. Ever since he had first began classes at one 'Morgan Academy', he had hated it. Keeping his mind focused on one thing was never his strong point; basically he couldn't sit still. Behaving didn't take much priority, nor did grades and attendance. Education held him back from his own time. Instead of video games, drinking and doing things he enjoyed, he was stuck in a building full of people who were goody-two-shoes and appeared to loath him. Hell, like he would let them pull him down. He found speaking to the teachers much more easy than with the pricks called students. Surely he wasn't expected to actually work with people like them?
Looking up at the very old building, he let out a soft sigh, before walking through the two front doors. Everyone's eyes diverted to him while making his way up the stair's to class a minute early like usual. He couldn't be bothered standing around with everyone to annoy him, so appearing in his Registration class before the bell looked like an adult-thing to do. By doing this, the teacher also started speaking of all of the new things that might be happening. At the back of the class there was a table with four chairs, and right enough, one of them was his. Taking his seat quietly, he heard a voice from the front of the room.
"Oh, Kohler, I have some interesting news. There's going to be a new school student from Norway transferring to our class! We hardly ever accept people from outside of Denmark , won't it be exciting?" He gave a small huff, not really interested in the new Norwegian student who is obviously some smart ass to get into a school like this one. Wait, then how did Mathias get in this school you ask? He is known to be actually very intelligent. Oh my gosh I know it's really surprising! Apart from misbehaving and not paying attention, etc. Stressing himself over grades is something he has not done, yet his grade scores are usually over average.
The teacher is silent for a few moments, staring at a piece of paper with information given from the head master. Another annoying smile becomes plastered on her face, and she stares back up at the blonde boy, a new light in her eyes. "Mathias, it seems the new pupil will be siting in the seat next to you! Maybe he will make you open up a little more, hm?" A sudden feeling of dread rushes through his bones, making his body shiver. With a lump forming in his throat, he replies for the first time "I won't need to show him around, will I?"
"What a brilliant idea. He's arriving tomorrow."