────── •✧• ──────
‘Oh Boy!’ Since the moment he was welcomed into the splendidly posh lounge of the Chicago O’hare international Airport as a Kalopsia student, Kelian came to the realisation that, this was indeed THE big deal. The white haired boy , who lived in an sorry excuse of an dirty apartment for all his life until now, was astonished at the elegance. Of course, he was aware of the fact that the treatment would be equal to every student of the academy and he was not anybody special but how could he deny the childish excitement? Who knew a sports scholarship could get you an admission in such an academy that could afford it.
Kelian was psyched to meet the other students. In a surrounding unknown to you, where you had of being laughed upon or treated as outcast, to socialise and build connections labelled as ‘friends’ was a way of survival, and Kelian had planned to make the most of it. Irritatingly, to his dismay, most of the junior year students, as he assumed, gave him either a glare or avoided meeting his eye.
“…Hello guy–”
“You saying ‘Hello~’ like that? Dude you changed over thte summer break.”, they’d answer. What was that supposed to mean? What do they mean that Kelian had changed when he hadn’t even seen them before ? Kelian could have sworn that some called him something else behind his back, too bad it didn’t get to his ears properly.
However he fixated his attention on the guy next to him, who seemed to be shocked at the previously announced unfortunate news of someone’s death. “Were you two close?”, he asked out of curiousity and for the sake of starting a conversation. “I’m sorry ,I don’t even know them. I’m new here”, he added apologetically.
@cam - Xinyi