School

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Y/N's POV:

I keep my head down as I walk through the school corridors. This is so different from my old school, I hate it.

In my old school, people used to make room for me, but now I need to be careful not to step into anyone's path. But that's okay, I try to tell myself, I'm having a shitty day - a series of shitty days -, I'll get my confidence and my aura back once I feel better.

Finally, I reach the principal's office. Without even thinking about it, almost robotically, I raise my hand to knock on the door.

The principal makes me wait. Longer than I'm used to. It takes him a good while to finally shout:

"Come in!"

I roll my eyes before I open the door. Then I plaster a smile on my face.

"Hello, Mr. Smith!"

"Ah, Y/N Y/L/N, right?"

His smile is just as fake as mine. But at least he doesn't have a mean aura. I guess he just wants to get this over with. Same as me.

I nod once. "Yes."

He gestures to the chair in front of his massive desk. "Have a seat. I just need two signatures. Nothing important to be honest. I just thought it would be nice to have you do it here, instead of just sending you those forms. That would've been so impersonal."

I just nod along. Nice thought, though he still doesn't seem too thrilled. But still, that's the most kindness I've received since before my parents decided to move me here.

The forms are signed within a matter of seconds. I don't bother to read them. It's nothing important, like Mr. Smith said. The important documents have already been signed by my parents, I suppose.

Neither the principal nor I are very keen on exchanging pleasantries for the sake of it. So I make an excuse to leave, and he lets me. 

I only regret leaving so fast after I've already opened the door.

The noise of all the students in the hall, which has been shut out by the solid office door, hits me like a brick. I really don't crave social interaction right now. But there's nothing I can do.

"Bye, Mr. Smith...", I mumble in his general direction and shut the door.

On to my next destination: The secretary's office, which is conveniently not located anywhere near the principal's office.

Or so I thought.

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