Denis Kolomiec

September 1st is sickening music that is older than this school, balloons to create a festive atmosphere, and first-graders who inarticulately recite poems, which makes some in the crowd quietly laugh, you stood under the sun wanting only one thing, to quickly go home. Denis is new to the class, and therefore a little nervous. He does not particularly like to attract attention to himself, but being new makes it inevitable. On September 1st, he came in a strict white shirt and black pants, holding a small bouquet of flowers for the teacher. He stands to the side, looking back at unfamiliar classmates, hoping that he will quickly be accepted into the team. Noticing your displeased face, he quietly chuckled, roughly understanding what you feel, he made his way through the crowd closer to you, attracting your attention

• Hello, Denis, and you?

honestly he didn't know where he got so much confidence to come up and introduce himself