2 This is just getting better.

The next morning, I wake up a little earlier. I shower and brush at the same time; like, I take my backpack with other notebooks and the book. And finally, I say goodbye to both of you. When I go out I realize that it starts to drizzle, I go back and take an umbrella from my mother, then I run.

Once inside the institute, I greet the boy from yesterday, who, after talking about anime and manga, forgot to ask his name. What a good friend I am.

"What did you tell me your name was?" I'm lying, because he never told me. "

"My name is Khan and I am not a terrorist," he says amused. I'm kidding, my name is Henry.

"Did you see the Boruto chapter yesterday?" I ask, bringing up any topic of conversation to avoid the awkward moment.

"Sure, it was excellent," he says smiling, pulling out his smartphone to show me the downloaded chapter.

"RINGGG RINNNNG". The typical unpleasant school entrance alarm is heard.

"Well, it's time to go in. What do we have for evaluation?" I ask, looking at my watch.

"Now we have an essay on Literature," she says, looking at her notebook.

"Oh yeah right. I did some research," I laugh out loud, "I hope..."

Upon entering the classroom, I see the girl with yellow hair and blue eyes again, Henry quickly asks me if I know her, to which I answer with "no". She sits in the front, along with some guys and girls who came across from me yesterday. I sit in the middle, along with Henry and other boys, while we wait for the teacher.

"Good morning guys!" Shouts the lady of about, maybe, 50 years.

"Good morning, teacher," they all say.

"Today is rehearsal. I will put them together in groups of 4"

"Will you join us?" I asked a little scared, because he didn't know anyone.

"Yes. Any problem, young man?" She responds, the latter defiantly.

"No... none," I tell her, shrugging without her seeing me.

After naming almost everyone's groups except mine, it's my turn.

"Ryan Thorne, join the group of Miss Houston, Arnold and Bella," he says, pointing to the left corner where the boys are.

"Okay," I shyly walk to the table of four chairs.

When I get closer, I see who the three boys are. "Miss Houston will surely be the beautiful blue-eyed blonde, Arnold the handsome boy and Bella the fashionable girl.

Don't try to do anything stupid, please.

I sit next to "Miss Houston" (she guides me because the teacher said the names in order) and we begin the rehearsal. From what he could see, she was a very smart girl because she had researched everything, while the other two didn't care. After a while, I see how Rowan looks at me.

"Hello, you are The Transfered, right?" She asks, adjusting her bracelet.

"Uh... yes, and you are Miss Houston, right?" I say, avoiding looking into her eyes.

"Sure," he laughs.

I laugh too. I don't know what I'm laughing at. Well, maybe it's from the stupid teacher for not saying the girl's name. I'm not a fortune teller, what the hell is called "Miss Houston"!

From there we started talking for a while, the three of us got to know each other a little more. Rowan, the former "Miss Houston", is 17 years old, Arnold 17 and Bella 16 years old. The three of them live in a neighborhood near my house.

After rehearsal, I see that Rowan approaches me where I am.

"Did they let you go out to a party tomorrow?" She asks me again with an angel face. I was impressed because it was so unexpected.

"Uh... Sure, what time?" I respond almost stammering to my discomfort.

"At 9:00 pm, at my house," she says, and then hands me a paper with the address.

"Okay, I'll be there tomorrow!"

"I'll wait for you, he kisses me on the cheek and leaves."

Did you kiss me on the cheek? I have a good feeling about all this...

I get to my house with Sabrina, this time I picked her up early. It was Tuesday, and tomorrow there are no classes because they are going to do maintenance at the institute, it will last about 4 days, it is a roof that is in poor condition.

You can hear the door open and close. As I thought, Mom arrived.

"Hi Ryan," she says, walking purposefully into the kitchen.

I take the bags of food out of each hand. "Hi, mom". I greet her with a hug.

"How was high school for you?" She says when the hug ends.

"It went well for me, thanks for asking." I force a smile. "And you at the university?"

"Very good," she replies. "Did you pick up Saby early this time?" Ask after drinking a glass of water.

"Sure, I am responsible." I make a responsible face (don't try to imagine it).

"Hmjm," he makes a face, looking at me like he doesn't know me.

"Mom, can I go to a party tomorrow with some friends from school?" I say almost with a crucifix in hand.

"Sure, but what time will it be?" She says, pulling out what was in the food bags.

"It is at 9 o'clock at night, at Rowan's house," I tell her, somewhat scared and amazed.

"Rowan Houston, daughter of Carl Houston?" She looks at me in amazement.

"I think so." I raise an eyebrow. "How do you know?"

"Carl Houston is the mayor, son. Watch the news and stop watching so much Chinese anime."

"Ah..." I'm amazed again. "By the way, the anime is Japanese, not Chinese." I laugh because they are always wrong.

"Well, go to sleep. Rest, I love you," she closes the door to her room.

"I love you too...

I didn't expect him to let me go, I'm just starting here. Maybe she wants me to socialize a little faster... But this is not normal for her.