SAVANTS
Chapture 2's

Do I really sound like that? I wondered. I always thought I was too English for that.

" Are you in touch with the Queen or what?" tina Goda.

"Yes, he's like a cousin, my second-time cousin" I said seriously.

Tina's eyes widened. "You're kidding me!"

"Actually, I-I mean kidding."

He laughed and flapped his face with the book he was holding. "you startled me, I even thought of bending over earlier"

"Continue." I said and we both laughed.

We went to lunch in the cafeteria and took our trays to the dining room. One wall consists entirely of thick glass, providing views of the field and the forest beyond.

Some students were eating out, gathering in groups roughly arranged based on their style.

There were four years in this high school, ages ranging from fourteen to eighteen. I sat in the eleventh grade, called the 'junior' year under the senior class that was about to graduate.

I waved a can of soda at Tina. "So, Tina, who's that group?" I said while pointing towards the gathered people.

"Group?" She laughs. "You know, Sky, sometimes I think we're all victims of our own style, because we do adjust even though I hate to admit it. When you try to be different, you just end up in a rebel group doing stupid things. That's High School for you"

A group sounds good, somewhere to take shelter, right?

"I guess it's the same place I came from. Let me guess, that's a lot of athletes, right?" my word.

It has been featured in every movie I have seen from Grease to High School Musical and is easily recognizable.

"Yaaah.the crazy sport. They're mostly fine, not many fit guys with six-pack abs, unfortunately, just sweaty teenagers.especially baseball, basketball, hockey, girls' football, and football here"

"American football-it's like rugby right?" I said and he shrugged his shoulders. I suspect that he himself is not sporty.

"What are you playing?" Ask Tina.

"I can run a little bit and was known to hit tennis balls a lot, but that's it." My answer.

"I can handle it. Athletes can be pretty boring, you know? The mind is one-way and not the girl they think."

Three students passed by, discussing something with serious expressions.

"They're freaks they're smart people who make sure everyone knows it. Almost the same as nerds but with more technology" he said.

I laugh.

"To be fair, there are also smart ones, they are smart but wear them well. They tend not to get together in groups like gangs and nerds."

"Hu uh. I'm not sure I'll fit in one of those groups" I said.

"Me too, I'm not stupid huh, just lazy to study the material. Then there are the art types like musicians and theater plays. I kind of fit in there because I love art and design."

"Then you have to meet my parents." I said.

"Yes." Yeah."

"really? I'd love to meet them"

A group of people walked past our table, there was a boy wearing trousers like a mountain climber.

"They're from the group of Sky skaters" snorted Tina.

"I can't forget the bad boys - you won't see them hanging around here with us 'losers' - they're too cool for us. Maybe in the parking lot right now they're now getting together and doing mischief, whether it's gangs or something" he said.

He pointed to a small group near the presentation. "And we have our own ski fraternity, specifically for the Rockies. In my opinion, it was the best game in the city" He must have seen my worried expression as he hurriedly convinced me. "You can follow more than one-ski and also be an athlete, play and get the best grades."

"Except the freak." I glanced at the group he pointed at. They were actually not a group, rather a collection of eccentric people who had no one else to sit beside.

A girl muttered to herself - at least, I didn't see any evidence of a hands-free headset for her phone. Suddenly I felt panicked that I would be among them when Tina got bored of me.

"Yes, don't mind them. Every school has people like that" he opened his yoghurt. "Nobody's got a problem with it. So what was your last school like? A hogwarts? Fancy kids in black dresses?" Ask curiously.

"Um .. no." I choked on laughter. If Tina could see us at lunch, she would definitely be reminded of the zoo when two thousand of us tried to break into the cramped dining room in forty-five minutes. "We're more like this."

"Wow. You'll feel right away at home"

Being a new person was something I experienced a lot in my life before Sally and Simon adopted me. In those days I had been moved from house to house like a chain letter that no one wanted to keep. And now I'm back to being a stranger.

I found it very striking wandering the hallways, the map in hand, completely at sea about how the school functioned, even though I guess the clarity was on my mind. Other students might not even notice me. Classrooms and teachers become landmarks to orient.

Tina is a kind of stone that I can hold when I get lost in her area from time to time, but I try to hide it because I don't want to put it off to develop a friend into a friend.

I went for hours without talking to anyone and had to force myself to ignore my embarrassment and have a conversation with another classmate. Still, I had the impression that I was late, the Wrickenridge High School students had for years formed groups and knew each other.

As the school day was coming to an end, I wondered if I would always be cursed by the feeling that life was an unfocused shadow to me, like a poor quality pirated movie.

Unsatisfied, and a little depressed, I walked out the main door to go home. Passing through the crowd of people who came out of the building, I caught a glimpse of the mischievous children Tina mentioned at lunchtime, Under the sunlight in the parking lot.

There were five of them, one sitting on a motorcycle, two African-American boys, two white men, and a dark-haired Hispanic. Anytime, anywhere, you will immediately identify them as a problem.

Their expressions matched, a sneer at the world of education as shown by all of us, good students, obediently came out on time. Most disciples gave them a spacious place, like a ship that avoided a dangerous stretch of waves, the rest looked at them with envious gazes.

Part of me hoped to do that - stand there, believe in myself, ignore others and the planet for being so cool.

If only I had a foot from here to eternity, and intelligence. Oh yeah, and being a man was very helpful, I could never do a cool look, I was still staring at that hispanic guy, both his hands in his pocket, kicking the ground with the tip of a shoe.

Is it natural for them, or do they take into account the effect, practicing in front of a mirror to look cool? I dismissed that thought quickly. Well, this is what losers like me would do, always thinking weird.

The Hispanic guy specifically charmed me - his eyes were hidden by shadows as he leaned on his motorbike, hands put in his pockets, leaning against his motorcycle saddle, like a king in a knight's palace. He doesn't have to struggle with the belief that he's lacking in anything, he's perfect.

When I saw him, he rode his bike, riding like a warrior on a giant horse. With a short goodbye to his friends, he darted out of the parking lot, another student scattering to give way.

I'll give you a lot of money to get behind that bike, disperse the school day when my knight takes me home. Better yet, if I'm the one driving, the only superhero, fighting injustice in his tight-fitting leather clothes, the men pass out behind him.

I was mocking myself stopping my silly thoughts. Just listen to yourself! I reprimand my over-heated imagination. Soldiers and monsters; superheroes? I read too many novels. That boy is a different kind of me. I wasn't even on their radar. I have to be grateful that no one can look into my head to know how fantastic my mind is.