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Disclaimer: Hetalia doesn't belong to me; it belongs to Himaruya.
Ch.2: Running Late
I can't believe I'm going to be late on my first day of school. So much for first impressions.
I was already running through the hallways as fast as I could. Why must the school be so huge?
Good thing that Antonio and Lovino helped me out by running part of it with me. They explained the rest of the directions as best as possible before we all split up in our own paths.
Huh? From the corner of my eye I thought I saw something white and fluffy. But there's no time to check right now.
"Sorry I'm late!" I had stormed into the classroom and all were staring at me. Some were laughing, and the teacher was tapping her pencil on the desk.
My blazer was on crooked (due to having it unbuttoned), my hair was slightly disheveled from running, and my books were almost slipping from my hands. I guess that would explain the laughter.
"You must be Elena, the new transfer student. Please take a seat over there."
Yes, got one of the best seats. The window seat, second row from the back. I tried my best to smile at my classmates as I made my way to the seat.
I straightened my hair and got my notebook out for taking notes. Then I realized I didn't had a pen or pencil to write with.
I slumped on my desk, my cheeks could feel the coldness of the table. My morning wasn't exactly going well so far.
I heard a tap on table, the sound vibrating in my ears. When I picked up my head, I saw a pencil rolling. It continued rolling until it fell on my lap. I straightened up on my seat and grabbed the pencil.
I finally had a pencil! But who gave it to me? I glanced around the room in hopes of finding out. But everyone was busy taking notes. Except for the two students across the room whispering to each other, and the student in front of me who was instead drawing.
He must have noticed I was staring at his drawings because he stopped to glance over at me. I quickly pretended to be taking notes, and he went back to drawing.
That was scary! Does he has eyes on the back of his head? Anyway, whoever gave me the pencil could only be the ones seated near me.
I decided to figure it out later and finally concentrated on taking notes. I would have to keep the pencil unless the person claimed it back by the end of class.
It was already fourth period and just ten minutes left of class before lunch starts. I still had the same pencil from first period class.
Ever since I received the pencil, the rest of the day has been going well. I've had friendly conversations with some of my classmates, I've met Antonio & Lovino again between classes, and even found a coupon that's 10% discount on packaged ham.
Well, I'm not sure about the coupon. But why not? I might need to buy ham in the future. If the dorms even had a kitchen. Maybe I could use the school kitchen?
Wait. I didn't even know where my dorm was yet. And the suitcases with my belongings wouldn't be arriving until the afternoon.
The bell rang announcing the end of class and the start of lunch. I got my books and binder, and rushed out of the classroom before anyone else could have the chance of offering me to join their lunch group.
Being the new student, I already got offered by four different people. I wasn't ready yet to choose and join a lunch group though.
As I was walking, I spotted the guy who gave me the rose in the morning. I used the book to cover my face in hopes of not being recognized.
It must have worked because I already passed him and I was nearing the exit. But then I felt a tap on my shoulder. And when I spun to face the person, it was indeed him.
I didn't hate him. I hardly knew anything about him; except that he was French. It's just ...what kind of guy winks at you when you're completely strangers?
"Hello. I believe we didn't get a chance to meet officially." He extended his hand. "I'm Francis."
I shook his hand. "Elena."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Elena." He was about to say something else, but never got the chance because of an interruption.
"Francis!" A guy with thick eyebrows was approaching him. "You took my notes."
"I didn't took it. I borrowed it."
"Write your own notes!"
I took advantage of the distraction and walked away blending with the few crowd of students left.
I could seriously still hear them arguing.
Thanks for reading! ^^
Story kind of feels slow...must be because I'm trying to introduce the characters first.
