Xavier had found the class easily, which was surprising in this crazy school full of moving staircases and hidden passageways. Glad that he was early, he stepped into the class with a smile and a
"hello," to the professor, reminding himself silently to speak English.
There were no desks nor chairs, and the blackboard told him this lesson was going to be about dramatic art. He resisted a groan. Acting was not his thing. Speech-giving, debate, those kinds of things were his thing. Acting was ridiculous. Why pretend to be another person when he was completely happy being himself? Besides, he was awful at it.
His eyes scanned the room for a familiar face. There wasn't one, because he didn't know a single soul at this school. He took a deep breath. It was time to make a friend. Or at least talk to one person so he wouldn't be bored in this class for the rest of the year.
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In the end, Zeke decided to plop himself on the floor and lay out like a starfish. May as well lounge about until everyone else got here.
It looked like everyone pretty much knew each other, but the most interesting person was a kid lying on the floor taking up as much space as he could. Without hesitation, Xavi laid down beside him.
"What are you looking at?" he queried, staring up at the ceiling like the older boy.