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We Hold Hands

Curse in modern times? There's just this grandfather of mine. Grandpa tells about the curse of a man who has a face full of wrinkles. Well it's only natural that when you're old, even an old woman will wrinkle, but this man was my age when he heard this story from grandpa, still a child. I couldn't believe it, how could it be. It could just be a gene disorder, or a type of ape that was never exposed. However, as I grew older, I experienced it. I mean, it wasn't me who wrinkled quickly, but one of my classmates who claimed to be. Weird, ostracized freak, Galter. Galter who went to school with me, said the same thing as my grandfather said. Even himself who experienced it, very strange, usually strange people will not tell the oddity. How could this handsome Galter be cursed to be an old geezer at a young age. “Don't read too many novels, they affect your mind. Are we in the Harry Potter world?"

Altumstar · Fantasy
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29 Chs

A New Day To Improve Image

During the half month of preparation for school, I finally enrolled myself together with Lavin. I need a friend, and I think the more days I'm with Lavin, the more familiar I get with him. Well, I don't want to get bad memories of school a second time, at least I want to be friends with anyone, and start with Lavin.

"Look at it, you look great in school uniform," I said complimenting Lavin who was finished and was now waiting for me to have breakfast.

I put Lavin's name into the school as the son of aunt Yun. Aunt Yun also agreed with it, after all, if I used my true identity, it could be that my uncle or aunt knew about it, and they would hurt Lavin again, even worse, the orphanage found it.

"And so are you," Lavin retorted starting to hook a slice of toast as I joined in.

"What about your hands? Does it still hurt?" I asked not hearing the results from nurse Dory.

Oh now nurse Dory doesn't work here anymore, but dory nurses always stop by to check on the situation of the people who are here. My relationship with nurse Dory is also better than it was two years ago. My way of speaking is no longer rude to her, and I feel calmer getting more familiar with acquaintances.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's just that it still can't take off the bandage. She said look at the results again at least in the next month or two," Lavin replied using his left hand to eat. But Lavin's left hand is used more often than his right hand, this Lavin is left-handed.

"Come on, Mr. Harto is already waiting outside."

Mr. Harto is already waiting. Mr. Harto remains faithful to work here, taking care of the back garden of the castle, and also the development of the rubber plantation, and also the cornfield owned by the grandfather. I'm honored to be able to get to know people like them, still loyal.

Had Lavin's hand healed, maybe we would have just taken a bicycle to school, but because it was still not Mr. Harto who drove us. Only when leaving, because I want to enjoy the journey home on foot more, even if it is a long distance. Lavin didn't matter either, because if we were exhausted walking there was public transport that could be used.

In high school, I didn't expect that I changed schools and became a freshman in the first year of the second semester. It felt a little strange because I moved in the second semester. After all, they could have thought that I was a troubled student.

Whatever I'm going to listen to, I hope I can deal with it even if I split the class with Lavin. Even though I wished that we could be in the same class, Lavin had promised me that he would see me more often during the break. I believe him because, during this half month, I knew Lavin as a very good person. Even forced himself to keep working even though his hands were still not fully healed.

We walked into the principal's room together, when we walked in just now, there were a few students who were watching us. Naturally, we came and were immediately invited to meet with the principal. Me and Lavin, sat in the headmaster's room and got a name for the class, and also our homeroom teacher. He said that because it was the first day of the semester, there was no learning and there was only a division of the subject roster. Two teachers walked into the principal's room and escorted each of us into the classroom.

"Attention the disciples! This time, we have a new disciple. Please come in."

I walked in a bit nervously, I was not used to introducing myself in front of so many people. It must be that Lavin has introduced himself very well, I have seen him go to class first and our class is next to each other. The eyes fell on me, and I just smiled when someone saw me smiled at me.

"Please introduce yourself."

"Hi everyone, my name is Eiryana Volpusk Jasmine Cornelius. You can call me Eir, Ryana, or Eiryana. It's nice to meet you all," I greeted everyone who gave a response I didn't expect. They smiled and waved their hands, and they accepted me very well.

"Please sit in the back there."

My desk was in the middle of the back, even though there was still an empty bench beside me, and it was next to the window, why didn't I just go there? I want to but can't say much because I'm still new here.

"Sorry ma'am, I'm late!"

One of the students in this class is late. Fortunately Sintia's teacher, my homeroom teacher is a gentleman, her voice even sounds soothing.

"Sit in your place, don't be late next time, okay."

A late male student noticed me from earlier and sat down beside me. It was his chair by the window. I almost sat there, otherwise, I would talk to him. Looks like a boy who is not easy to talk to. The clothes alone are not so neat, just like they are not ironed, and then the hair is also long.

Mrs. Sintia wrote down the subject roster, and I recorded it very well. But I felt that someone was staring at me from just now and it was a student sitting near me, a late student. His gaze is like someone who doesn't like it, I can feel it. I beg you not to look at me all the time, I've had a bad experience in my old school and don't want to repeat the same thing. I have to make friends, but there seems to be another bully in this school.

"Well, I am going to the teacher's room first. You can rest, and don't skip class or go home first, okay."

Sintia's teacher left the classroom. And everyone turned around about to invite me to talk. Then Sintia's teacher came back in, "Class leader, please take our new friends around."

"Okay, Ma'am."

The introduction started, and many greeted me, at first I was shaking to greet them back, but my mind was always filled with bad things if I was cold to them.

"Where was your previous school?" asked Lila the person sitting in front of me. The teenage woman has beautiful wavy hair.

"I went to Marigold High School," I replied innocently.

"Wow, isn't it an elite school? I heard that the entrance fee is very expensive. Why to move here?" asked Lila already asking me personal things even though we weren't too close yet.

I haven't had time to answer him and a person named Nicholas. He is his class leader, I didn't expect that there is someone so tall in this class, even the proportion of his face is also good. I was immediately stunned to see his face, especially those light brown eyes.

"Eiryana, let me show you the school. Just ask if there's anything you're curious about. I'm sorry guys, after I took Eiryana around, then continued the introduction," Nicholas said, disbanding the crowd who wanted to get to know me and were about to show me around.

"Wait! Hey Nick, let me just ask Eir around. I know her," said the late student who immediately took me out without hearing the answer from class leader Nicholas.