[Name] walked through the halls of this new school, it reminded him vaguely of the one he had gone to in his previous world with Aki. Now that he thought about how much he missed Ayano, he missed being able to text her at random intervals during the day, but now he looked at his phone and there was nothing he could do. The only contact details he had was Clarence, his uncle and his grandma on his mother's side, along with her late mother's sister, Annie, who comes over every so often on the weekends too.
The halls were clean, the mumbling chatter of the students all around him muffled because of his headphones that were plugged in, brushing up against the other students briefly made [Name]'s stomach turn every time. There was almost something claustrophobic in the way the other students crowded in the hallway before a strong shove sent him barreling into the lockers, whirling around to look at the offending people who decided it was a good idea to shove him.
When he turned to look at them it was clear that the original had a history with this group of students, but from the limited information he was given by Lucien, it didn't seem like anything was going under the original timeline. The original timeline implied that Elliot was a nobody in school, someone that was just there most of the time, never really seen nor heard of an average student and the very definition of a side character.
But now that [Name] was in this body, there was one thing he hated. He hated when people abused others, stepping on others for the feeling of vindication, or such things. Morbid treatment of others to make themselves feel more secure.
Without thinking he threw himself into the person that shoved him into the lockers on the other side of the hallway; all noise muffled in his ears, in a queer and detached way, he could see the other students reel back from the sound, the muffled sound of raised voices clumping into one as he focused on the person in front of him. A boy, of course, it was, his mind supplied wryly; grabbing the boy by his collar, [Name] scrunched it up in his hand and took his other hand back as if to punch the boy. Relishing in the way his eyes widened, and how the green eyes were filled with fear.
Putting his hand down he dropped the boy onto the floor, rearranged his backpack and walked towards the crowd that parted for him, ignoring the looks and gazes he received; the noise finally seemed to be flooding back, and it made [Name] almost stumble, as the feeling of adrenaline finally catch up to him, finally registering how his stomach was churning and the slight shaking of his hands. This was not something new, he greeted his homeroom teacher warmly, and sauntered to a seat near the back, next to a window.
'Maybe, this will be the calmest world yet. Seems like a normal high school-coming-of-age plotline.'
He watched as his homeroom teacher left, and his English teacher came into the class and started teaching; analysing the Romantic Movement in literature, and how it was significant in recording the changing times of history, one where it was reacting to the aristocratic social and political norms of the Age of Enlightenment, where key thinkers such as Cesare Beccaria, Denis Diderot, David Hume, Immanuel Kant and the such etc. As the lesson progressed, they listened to the teacher rant animatedly about history, making the links and trying her best to get the students involved.
Of course, some participants end up with the whole class having a back-and-forth, there were chuckles of amusement sounding around the classroom, overall the feeling of the classroom was serene, and of light amusement. As they continued until the end of the lesson, the teacher dismissed them a few minutes early, which the students reluctantly packed up, and slowly trickled out into the hallways, keeping their voices to a constant murmur as per request of their teacher, lest they get her in trouble.
[Name] approached his English teacher, waiting until she was finished typing up a response to the numerous emails she had tagged.
"What is it, [Name]?"
"I was wondering if you could give me a reference for a library pass?"
He watched as his teacher beamed, feeling glad that someone was taking an interest in books, she could feel her curiosity build and asked, "What type of books are you looking to find?"
[Name] chuckled, "Not much. Anything really, preferably things on Greek mythology, maybe the classics?"
His teacher nodded and reached for a blank piece of paper, and with great proficiency, scrawled down a reference, before eagerly passing it to him.
"Thank you, miss."
"Anytime, and do feel free to sit in my class to read."
[Name] nodded and left the classroom quietly. He admired the handwriting of his teachers until he bumped into another person, knocking the coat off their shoulder. Hurridly, [Name] bent down and grabbed the coat, patting it down and handing it back to the guy he bumped into and apologised before running off.
After making a few turns and going up a level, he entered the library. Quiet, as expected, apart from the rustling of paper and the shuffling of students in their seats and the quiet breaths, and the smell of books. The desks were clean, but apart from that there seemed to be a cosy feeling; looking around the place, he saw a little corner tucked away between the shelves, hurrying over [Name] settled down in that corner, coincidentally he was in the classic section, going onto his knees, he grabbed 'Little Women' and started reading.
A pair of grey eyes watched [Name] as he was reading, their heart pounding in their chest.