Dire Wolf

Chapter 2

I woke up early the next day. The water bed was as comfortable as it looks. I got up at 5:30 am and rushed straight to the bathroom. I chose to wear a white t-shirt, black pants, and rubber shoes. I decided to add a black hooded jacket to my get-up since it's pretty cold.

I ate my breakfast alone in my new dining room. I'm used to eating alone, but it's sadder now that I can no more expect someone to accidentally come home from a business trip and eat a meal with me. I went to the groceries yesterday and buy some food and toiletries. I ate my egg and hotdog with rice.

After the meal, I took another trip back to my new room and opened my traveling bag. I took some money out of it. It was already bundled in five thousand increments.

If I ever want to earn a seat in the reservation school, I must do the old-fashioned way to enter the school forbidden to outsiders. 

Donations.

I immediately rushed to the front of my house, locking the door along the way to my brand new (okay second-hand brand new) Riksent Jaguar.

I love its color, my favorite, black.

Its only problem is that it's pretty too fast for its own good. 

After two weeks, the former owner sold it because he was caught overspeeding by the chief officer in Alricer five times a week. He finally decided to sell this almost brand-new car for a slower one.

When I'm inside the car, I accidentally saw myself in the side mirror. I smiled half-heartedly when I saw my face, thick round glasses, and a hood covering most of my head. 

I guess no one in my future classroom will bother me in this nerd-emo-loner-i-do-not-exist-while-your-at-it-leave-me-alone look.

"Perfect," I announced to myself. The more I look bland, the better my life will be here.

I fired up the engine and sped through the foggy road. I'm not a speed freak, so I just kept the meter below thirty as I cruise the curvy asphalt. I didn't know how I can find the school because I forgot to ask the realty agent in my rush to buy a car.

I accelerated around the corner of the narrow road. I immediately found it. 

A line of same-colored brick buildings stuck out of the nearby forest around it. 

I laughed at myself because there is no way I can miss it.

"Ogawara Higher School of History," I read the sign driving past it and stopping into the parking space next to a decrepit car.

As I got down from my car, many students on their way to school stared at me. It's normal. I'm a new soul in this very strange world.

Isn't it still rude to stare at someone shamelessly? Didn't it apply to me anymore? I tried to ignore it and tried to find my way to the principal's office or the guidance office maybe.

Instead of wandering around aimlessly, I decided to enter the first door I see. Turns out my luck hasn't run out yet. I accidentally stumbled into the guidance office.

There is a woman with a kind face sitting at a desk in the center of the small room filled with pictures of famous psychologists.

"Excuse me," I asked her tentatively because she seemed pretty busy posting on an online social network site. Thankfully she looked up and looked at me curiously.

"I'm Kenan Loussier." I introduced myself, "I would like to enroll in this school. Could you help me?"

She stared at me first before answering my question with another one. "How long have you been living here in Ogawara Province?"

"Oh crap. Got to tell her the truth." 

I fixed my composure and smiled cautiously. "Since yesterday, actually."

"I'm very sorry, but we are not accepting non-natives of this place to this school. Why don't you try the one in the Alricer Province instead?" she suggested kindly, "They have numerous ancient learning institutions for better learning, and I am sure you will find something more than the history-focused schools here in the Ogawa Province."

"It's quite far from here and this place is just ten minutes ride from my house," I replied, "Can I talk to the principal here? I already planned to live here permanently, you know?" 

"Well, that could be arranged. Please head to the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor of this building," she said.

"Thank you very much, miss…." I looked at her inquiringly.

"Miss Ella," she answered kindly, "I wish you luck. I hope you can study here."

I smiled and head for the door.

Now, how can I convince the principal? I thought while walking in the corridor on the way to the stairs. The students craned their necks to get a better look at me. Most of them have a brown to fair skin color. No wonder my white face and knuckles stand out here.

On the second floor, I stopped near a huge post sign. It said, "Help Build the New History Archive Center of the School."

I grinned and continued my way to the office. As I entered it, the man sitting behind the desk looked up suddenly. I guess I forgot to knock. 

"How can I help you?" he asked me, "Please have a seat." 

He offered, gesturing to the chair in front of him.

“Sir I’m Kenan Loussier. I just bought a house on the road down the beach yesterday. I asked the guidance counselor about enrolling for my first year here. But she said I'm not allowed because I'm not a native of this place. I came here to plead my case." I asked humbly.

He didn't answer right away. When he did, it caught me off guard. "You're a boy, right?" he asked cautiously.

"Yes, sir." I answered with a smile. I guessed I can't blame him. I'm all covered up good from head to toe.

He fixed his composure. "Well, Mister Loussier, do you have your parents here with you?"

Apparently, he is not a fan of watching I.N.N. 

Good.