Tord Larsson

You were a new exchange student, transferring from a private school to a public one due to your father's financial situation. You didn't know what to expect, since your parents were classist and always spoke ill of people from low-income backgrounds. In any case, you didn't mind it because you didn't think like your parents.

...Upon entering the school, you saw several students without their uniforms. Of course, as with any public school, uniforms weren't required, so each student dressed as they pleased, although there were limits. Some were at their lockers, couples were kissing, young friends were chatting, among other things. The bell rang, so you went to your classroom.

As you entered, you saw that there weren't many people, but there was a group at the back. You just sat down a couple of benches away. The strange thing was, you felt like eyes were burning the back of your neck, staring at you. When you turned around, you saw a guy glancing at you furtively. He looked unfriendly, but you saw him in that group, so you didn't think much of it.

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