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For a minute there, my calmness was in the brink of destruction as It truly did not occur to me, that the first that I was to have a formal conversation was with that girl of renown. I then refreshed myself to regain the HP that I lost using the panorama outside. I closed my eyes and chilled for a bit, while the silence was slowly residing and whispers began to engulf the dominance. Not long after, the formality too followed in a trance.

"Do the two already know each other?"

No! Didn"t you just saw how we introduced ourselves and just got our names?

"Are those two acquainted by any chance?"

Seriously, are these people a bunch of hooligans? Stop asking questions of which you already knew the answer!

"Salute that guy for even making the Prima Donna herself, give up the seat"

Don"t gather more attention to me now. I don"t need it. Don"t make me seem a VIP just because I got my seatback.

"Who is that Jaiden guy? He talked to Ms. fame like it was nothing. He even got to know her nickname! It was like, he was the first to approach her, confidently at that!"

As I faked sleep at my seat, subjects like that came drifting inside the cla.s.sroom, and then, Camille Saint-Saens" Danse Macabre, played in my head, a piece of cla.s.sical music which was like an overhaul of official soundtracks of some horror movies that have scared millions in its first release in theaters, except, it was a full embodiment of annoyance and hopelessness in a single charade of musical notes.
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This is bad. Bad. There"s too much attention. Is it just me? Or that decision I made prior to entering the cla.s.sroom to open up a connection to confidence was a bad idea. The bardic whispers that I could hear from afar itself are enough to bring an introvert like me to nausea. It was at these types of reality that I wish, I had one of Lacrimosa"s power, that one useful and handy skill of erasing her presence without a minuscule trace. But, unfortunately, she is not here, and I am forced to endure this impeccable tension of scrutiny.

"Yet, in all of these en ma.s.se of unessential attention, how is she handling it?" I asked myself with curiosity boggling my mind.

I then ceased my fake sleeping and looked her way, while making sure it is not noticed by anyone. Talk about rumors of me experiencing lovestruck which the idea alone is diabolically implausible.

But, the moment my eyes met the direction, she was there... calm and n.o.ble in the figure. She was not giving the tiniest heed to those attentions, instead, she had her focus on reading a book. That is an academic figure for you. As the distance between our desk was not of significance, I quickly distinguished the book to be of emblazonment "The Antichrist" by the philosopher Nietzsche.

That book if I am to recall was of value. I can"t judge the total worth, but as I reached the extremity in reading it, certainly, the book has its viewpoints that are of integrity. Well, the first thing that must be thought is that, if you can"t judge a book by its cover, you palpably also can"t judge a book by its t.i.tle.

Nietzsche, in his self expressionism in that body of the philosophical text, is not claiming to not believe in the existence of a supreme being and he certainly believed that Christ once walked right in the palms of the earth, truly the opposite of the "Antichrist" emblazonment right from the get-go, but what he hated that inspired him to write a book of his design was Christianity and their descendants to selflessness, not minding how the creator had given them the free will to completely have their selves and to set their current destinations in life with none other than themselves to be the main playwrights.

In that concept alone, it is a treasure that none can offer lenience to as it can be seen today. If I were to comment in that book, however, I would have had given Nietzsche this piece of advice, he should have had directly stated his main points, especially the point that says no to the sacrosanct "If you have a G.o.d, you should be selfless AT ALL TIMES". In ancient times right before the seven sin Cardinals took the whole world by storm, being selfless while believing in G.o.d is truly for the better, but as of today, we need not be selfless as lies and deceptions continue to maneuver into the world without ceasing. Certainly, being selfless in modern time is like inviting a horde of dogs with open arms to eat your heart out. Proof? Well, it goes on without saying how the longest best-seller in the world wrote: "Be sober, be vigilant; because of your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour". The second piece of advice is that he should have had ent.i.tled the book "The Anti-Selflessness" and not "The Antichrist" to get the whole point across without disorienting those Christians that needed the knowledge of what they had been doing wrong this whole time, being selfless while embracing not only bliss but also lies and deceptions.

Well, enough with that commentary. This Prima Donna, while she is reading the book has this pose unlike any other. She was not disoriented or whatnot by the noise that the cla.s.s is making. She is just entirely focused on the body of knowledge inscribed in that text. Her jet black hair was amalgamating perfectly with her flawless pale skin and her sober demeanor.

Not long after, groups began to form in the cla.s.s, excluding me and Ms. Prima Donna, I am left out. And it sometimes makes me worry that notable attention might again find its way towards me, because the more time you spend alone, the more rumors will form about you that you will unlikely be able to hear. That is the basic foundation of high school. I continued to fake my sleep, while she was also entirely focused on her inferential reading undaunted.

Minutes later, the closed doors were opened with a large bang! And there appeared a female figure that seemed young and was holding a pile of paperwork and small booklets which are probably the Students" handbooks fully prepared by the university administration. Sweat came running down her face signifying how she was rus.h.i.+ng to get here on time but still failed. She then hastily placed the handbooks at the front desk and started gasping for breath.

"Phew. Pardon, I was a little tardy in our very first meeting. Well then, we can"t afford to lose another millisecond. I am Alexandra Ludenburgh and as of today, I"ll be your homeroom teacher. Let"s have a great year. And do please get a book and pa.s.s it to your back "

Well, that was a cliched and hasty introduction, but that will do. I just hope that she will skip on the self-introduction and will proceed to the grading transparency." I thought, fully hoping that the concept of introduction amidst the first day in cla.s.s is not subsistent in this inst.i.tution.

"And as the books are handed down, care to start a little introduction? You can state your name, age, quotes in life and whatever you want to say, provided it will not take all of the time " she added, proving my augury incorrect by default.

Never mind.