Class 2-6. 25 students. 8 sections spread across the second year wing
Before entering the classroom, Miss Kinami said something to me in a soft voice.
"I hope you have what it takes to survive this year. You can climb up the ladder by having good assessment results. You can even change classes, provided you get high scores."
What does she mean by that?
She entered the classroom, and I heard the noise inside come to a still.
At the very least, I do not like to be recognized or noticed. I just want to be in the background, seeing everything that happens from a distance.
I waited at the doorway, waiting for the gesture before I can come inside the classroom.
"... We have a new student..."
She looked at me with gleaming eyes, eyes that can rival my gray-filled ones.
I entered the classroom, and I can sense the 24 pairs of eyes focused on me, and me alone.
"I'm Shirai Satoshi. I... uh... just moved in today... Looking forward to spend the year... with y'all..."
I heard a whisper or two from the class.
Fuck, I screwed up my introduction. Oh, well, nevermind.
"Okay, Shirai-kun. Please sit next to Hayashida Nao, the brown-haired one."
In many stories and manga I've read, the transfer student usually sits near the windows. The spare desk at the back near the lockers saved me from that type of cliché.
Mr. Hayashida was sitting next to me, and I felt the need to interact with him, as an average student would do.
Before I got the chance to speak up with him, Kinami-sensei announced a pop assessment test. On homeroom period.
"Okay, please clear your desks. Only writing materials are allowed."
I can hear the soft scuffles of bags. Quite surprised that they didn't say anything else. Except for...
"What?!? Another quiz??"
"Come on, Iga. You should be really used to it."
As the papers were being passed out, I noticed that I brought an empty bag. I'm so dumb.
"Here. You can borrow it for the meantime."
A black-haired bowl-cut girl whispered to me. She wasn't making eye contact and was just focused on the paper.
"Thank you. I will make sure to repay you later."
"Mhm."
It seemed that nobody was prepared for this. No sounds could be heard in the background except for the shifting and clicking of pens.
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Erudition
Teen Fiction[HIATUS] A new form of government has emerged in the near future, one where everyone's future and lifestyle is decided by their quotient status, comprised by numerous intelligence and abstract tests. East Shores Charter High School. With its student...
