9 Boring (1/2)
The next day, the chief's family except for the chief went to the village school. The sisters can take care of themselves by now so they separated from the mother and brother. Skipping while following his mother, he still didn't want to be treated like a baby so he was not being carried, Ling was excited for this new adventure.
Since she had been a student here before, Mahina managed to find the room for the three-year-old boys and what will be Ling's class.
Most of the children around were still clinging to their parents or those who accompanied them here, distressed of the new environment. Meanwhile, Ling said goodbye to his mother and went inside the room to find his seat.
A few days before, Ling's sisters were telling him what to expect in school. They said they do a lot of things here and met a lot of people. He also saw his sisters playing with their classmates who became their friends, leaving Ling to play by himself. Now, he got to meet new playmates too.
He was brimming with excitement from these stories of his sisters. Still smiling, he found his seat in the middle row near the windows. A kid with tied, long hair was already sitting in the desk beside his so our boy smiled wider.
”Hi, brother! I'm Ling! I'll be your seatmate. What's your name?” Ling practiced this introduction in his mind to show a great first impression.
Hearing this introduction, the kid turned to face Ling and a fair, beautiful countenance illuminated by the light from the windows was displayed. Ling have never seen a face like this before but, aside from the emotionless hazel eyes, he can't think of anyone that can compare.
Suddenly, a frown marred that face but it didn't diminish it's beauty, ”You don't have to talk to me just because we're seatmates.”
Even his voice was beautiful, soft but not too feminine. However, Ling understood the meaning of that statement after the face turned to the window again. He was left without anything to say.
The other boys who already entered were also talking to each other, making the room noisy, until a scary looking, middle-aged man followed after them. Due to this, most kids quieted but Ling was still feeling stunned, standing beside his seat.
”Is there any problem with the seating arrangement, you, that boy still standing?”
Becoming aware of his now quiet surroundings, Ling turned to where the voice came from and saw a scary man staring at him. The man raised his eyebrow when Ling still didn't move, ”Sit.”
Jumping from that command, he sat beside the long-haired kid. Seeing his order being followed, the teacher pivoted and wrote on the board in front while he introduced himself, ”I will he your teacher this year, Rogu, and we will start by discussing the basics of the 'mist'.