It's 5 P.M.
A few hours ago it was announced that the new students were given a week off the school to manage themselves to the college's environment.
Mike, being a lone guy he is, doesn't really know what to do. He'd been spending his days watching the telly and checking his phone once in awhile, to make sure he's at least knowing the outside world.
Mike's been watching cartoon, because, hey, he was still traumatized by the incident.
Then, there were knocks on his door.
Mike had been very wary about strangers coming to his place, but shrugged that thought off as he remembered he's still in the college area.
Curious, he went to open the door.
To his surprise, it was a familiar face that Mike saw earlier when he arrived.
"Hey, Mike Schmidt, right? I'm Trent Folwen. You saw me earlier. Mister Rowan told me that there's a new student, that is you, that needs help to suit yourself to this place."
Mike, not knowing what to think, just nodded in confirmation.
"Good! Let's go outside. There's some people I want you to meet."
Mike then bit his lip.
"Yeah, uh, hi. Sorry, Trent, I would love to, but I-I-I...You know what? I could really use some friends right now. Sure, why not?"
Trent grinned his teeth.
"But could you spare me a few minutes? I need to prepare myself first. Mister Rowan did tell you about my social problem, right?"
Trent nodded.
"That's why I have a couple of friends that you could meet, and you know, some of them are still alone. If you know what I mean, Mike."
Mike just stood there, not even thinking about what Trent just said, and then he closed the door.
He took a deep breath, and let it go.
"Okay, just a few people, not so bad, right? Rule number 4, 'Don't be too stupid', and rule number 6, 'Don't be too nervous'. Just remember the 20 rules when living your world."
He then took a few deep breaths again.
"Okay, now I'm ready."
He opened the door again, and locked it as he stepped out.
"Let's go, shall we, Trent?"
Trent nodded in approval.
Soon, they found themselves at the hallway of the school area.
Wanting to break the silence, Trent asked Mike some questions.
"So, Mike, I heard that your parents died while you were still a kid. How old were you when the incident happened?"
Mike just gave him a cold stare.
"O-Oh, I'm so sorry for asking that. It's okay, you don't have to-"
Mike raised a hand.
"Don't worry about that. I lost them while I was 11 years old. For some reason, I knew how to survive this big urban jungle. And after a few years, I decided to educate myself again. I need to discipline myself to blend in with people again."
Trent was speechless.
"Wait, so you actually survived 7 years in the city? No one took care of you?"
Mike just stared at the hallway in front of him.
"Not really. When I was 15, a female furry, maybe a wolf, took care of me when I 'accidentally' stole a food from her house. She was very nice. However, one day, she made me hide under the bed because some men in black ransacked her house, apparently looking for some one. I have no idea what actually happened. The consequences? She died. My caretaker died."
Trent almost shed a tear hearing that story. But he noticed something odd.
"Mike? Why are you always doing cold stare at others? Even when telling a tragic story?"
Mike sighed.
"It's in my blood. My family always have trust issues, even among ourselves. Also, about my family, I'll tell the story later on."
As soon as Mike finished his story, they found themselves at the college front yard.
"So, where are your friends, then?"
Trent remembered about that issue.
"Ah, yes. They're waiting at a nearby supermarket. It's the greatest shopping complex in this city. The complex is called, "The Great Standing Complex"."
Mike just smirked.
"Then what are we waiting for? Come on!"
End of Mike's Log 1
