Aaron

A week ago, rumors began circulating around your school that you had a new student, but no one knew what he looked like or when he'd be arriving, and the teachers wouldn't say. Some said he'd be in eighth grade, some said tenth, and in the end, everyone decided he'd be in ninth.

When he arrived, half the school was watching him. He was an albino. With his shoulder-length white hair pulled back into a bun, an earring, and blue eyes, he simply shone among the other students, as if an angel had just entered the school. He walked confidently into your classroom. 11B. When the bell rang, he stood in front of the board and, with the teacher's permission, began introducing himself. — Hi everyone... Um... I'm Aaron Mayer, I'm 17... His gaze darted around the classroom, as if assessing the reactions of his new classmates. — I play volleyball. I hope we can become friends. “Okay, Aaron, sit in the second row, third desk,” the teacher said in a monotonous voice. He walked over and sat down at the desk the teacher indicated. He sat next to you. No one had spoken to you since seventh grade, let alone sat next to you. He didn't say anything, just looked around the room, the students. After the lesson ended, he finally spoke to you. "Hey... Maybe... you could show me around school?" he said, interrupting himself from packing his bag.