The next morning, when Newt wakes up, he is almost afraid to open his eyes. Luckily, he soon finds out that nothing has changed in the dorm where the boys sleep.

He jumps out of his bed and puts on his usual clothes – blue jeans and a white shirt.

The anxiety he felt yesterday has faden out a bit, and Newt starts to grow curious about that whole "everything is going to be different" thing. He starts to wonder what "everything" is.

Apparently not something in the dorm.

At breakfast, everything is remarkably normal, too.

Newt even sniffs at his toast to see if there is poison on it – when an organisation takes you away from you parents, you can expect everything. But also the food is as normal as possible, and Newt doesn't know what to expect anymore.

Just when he starts to grow a bit more regardless – the boys are on their way to the classroom by then – the first change takes place.

Their English teacher, the teacher they are having for the first hour, takes half of the group away, among Winston and Frypan. The rest of the boys stays behind, holding still. Newt can feel that they are nervous as well.

They stand there in the hallway, looking around, not knowing what to do. After a couple of minutes, a man in a white suit walks toward the group.

"There you are," the man says. "We were waiting for you guys. Follow me."

He walks away, and the boys follow him. They are surprisingly silent.

The group walks through the corridors until they reach a white door. The man walks inside, and Newt feels his eyebrows creep up as he sees what is behind the door.

It is a classroom, exactly the same as their classroom but completely different at the same time, and it is half filled with girls.

Newt simply doesn't know how to react; he just stands there in the doorway. The man is standing in the front of the class now.

"What are you waiting for?" he asks, gesturing at the tables. "Sit down."

Newt takes a hesitating step forward, and when the man – he must be the teacher – nods, he walks into the classroom. He puts his backpack down at the first free table he sees: a place in the back of the class, next to the window.

"Take your books in front of you," the teacher says, tapping at the screen. "Pay attention and take notes. I won't explain anything twice."

Newt pulls his books and pen box out of his satchel. When the teacher starts to talk, Newt opens his pen box, looking for something to write with.

Tape, paperclips, eraser...

But not any pencils or pens or anything like that. How is it possible that he lost them again?

The teacher starts to write the explanation about the phrasal verbs on the screen, and Newt realizes that he has to get a pen, and quick: he totally failed his last English test, and he doesn't want that to happen again.

Without thinking, he turns around to the person behind him to ask for a pen.

He feels his cheeks reddening when he realizes that "that person" is the girl he saw yesterday, the pretty girl with the dark brown hair and the sad eyes. She is scribbling notes on a piece of paper and hasn't seen him yet.

Newt considers turning back around for a moment, but then he clears his throat.