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How It Went to This?
Chapter 10 2nd Chance
2036, First Day of School
Rhone walked down the hallway, looking around for his classroom.
“202... 203...”
He looked at the numbers on the doors.
“There you are... 204.”
He opened the door.
The classroom was already full.
Rhone froze for a second.
Fuck. I'm late.
He took a deep breath, fixed his jacket, and walked inside with confidence before sitting down in one of the empty chairs.
For some reason...
Everyone was staring at him.
Even the teacher.
Rhone looked around.
Hmm... okay.
Why are they looking at me like that?
Did I wear something wrong?
Is it because of my jacket?
WTF?
Am I late?
The teacher smiled.
“Darling, what's your name?”
Rhone looked at her with an awkward smile.
“Uh... hello, Ma'am. I'm Rhone.”
“Sorry I'm late.”
“Aww, hi there, Rhone.”
The teacher looked at him curiously.
“What grade are you in, and what's your schedule?”
“Grade 11.”
“I'm in the PM class.”
“12 P.M. sharp.”
The teacher paused.
“Aww... wow.”
“Are you aware that you're currently sitting in a Grade 12 morning class?”
Rhone's eyes widened.
“...AWWW.”
“I see.”
“I'm so sorry, Ma'am.”
The entire class burst out laughing.
Some of the students were even smiling at him.
Rhone covered his face for a moment.
Oh my God.
First day of school...
He quickly left the classroom and waited outside until the morning class ended.
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A few hours later...
The Grade 12 students finally started leaving the classroom.
One of the seniors passed Rhone and gave him a dap.
“HAHAHAHA!”
“You're funny, kid.”
Rhone laughed.
“Hehe. I know, I know.”
Once the Grade 12 students were gone, the Grade 11 PM class started coming inside.
Rhone walked back into the room.
“Ahhh...”
“Yes.”
“I can finally sit.”
He looked around the classroom.
Hmm...
First row.
These motherfuckers are wearing glasses.
Surely they're nerds.
I mean... I'm a nerd too.
But I want something new.
He looked at the second row.
Second row...
“Hehehe.”
They're pretty.
But I'm not here to flirt.
He looked at the third row.
Third row...
These guys look like the popular type.
Then he looked toward the very back.
Now the last row...
These motherfuckers look like gangsters.
And they look crazy funny.
“Hehehe...”
Let's go there.
Rhone walked toward the back.
“Yo, man.”
“Is this seat taken?”
A boy looked at him.
“Nah, dawg.”
“You can sit there.”
Rhone smiled.
“Aight.”
“Sup, dawg?”
“I'm Rhone.”
“What's your name?”
“Paul.”
They dapped each other.
Rhone sat down.
Hmm...
This guy looks tough, but he's quiet.
These boys at the back are kinda quiet too.
I need to boost the mood.
Before Rhone could say anything else, another person walked over.
“Yo.”
“Is this seat free?”
The boy smiled.
“I'm Jarvis.”
He gave Rhone a dap.
Rhone returned it.
“Rhone.”
“Yeah, that seat's free.”
Jarvis sat down.
He looked around the classroom.
“Dang, bro.”
“There are a lot of baddies in here.”
“Let's rate every girl!”
Rhone stared at him.
Goddamn.
Is that really how you're gonna start a conversation?
I need to adjust my personality.
LMAO.
Before Rhone and Jarvis could continue talking, the teacher walked into the classroom.
“Hello, class.”
“Before we start, I want everyone to introduce yourselves to your seatmates.”
“You can also introduce yourselves to the people in your row.”
“After thirty minutes, we're going to have a vote for our classroom officers.”
The teacher smiled.
“My name is Sir Bart.”
“Now, go ahead and meet each other.”
The classroom immediately became noisy.
Rhone started introducing himself and dapping almost every guy at the back.
Paul.
Jarvis.
John.
And several others.
Somehow...
Rhone instantly clicked with them.
It didn't even take long.
The boys at the back were already joking around as if they'd known each other for years.
One of them suddenly looked at Rhone.
“Yo, man.”
“We've been talking for a while.”
“What's your name again?”
Rhone laughed.
“Rhone.”
“Dang!”
“HAHAHAHA!”
Another boy reached out his hand.
“I'm Borg.”
Rhone dapped him.
“Alright, gang.”
“I'm gonna run for treasurer.”
“VOTE FOR ME!”
The boys immediately cheered.
“LET'S GOOOO!”
“RHONE!”
“TREASURER!”
John suddenly stood up.
“I'm gonna run for secretary, guys!”
The boys cheered even louder.
“JOHN!”
“LET'S GO!”
“HAHAHAHA!”
In just a few minutes...
The last-row boys had already formed their own little group.
They were loud.
They were laughing.
And somehow, they were already acting like they'd been friends forever.
Sir Bart finally clapped his hands.
“Alright.”
“All candidates for secretary, please come to the front.”
John walked toward the front of the classroom.
The boys at the back immediately started laughing uncontrollably.
Rhone shouted from his seat.
“GUYS!”
“DON'T VOTE FOR JOHN!”
“HAHAHAHA!”
The entire group joined him.
“HAHAHAHA!”
John laughed while shaking his head.
“f**k y'all!”
“I still got three votes!”
The classroom burst out laughing again.
Sir Bart shook his head, laughing.
“Alright, now for treasurer.”
“Candidates, come to the front.”
Rhone stood up.
The boys at the back immediately started cheering.
“STOP AURA FARMING!”
“LET'S GO!”
Rhone walked to the front.
He smiled at the class.
“Hello, guys.”
“If I win as treasurer...”
“I promise I'll only steal a small amount.”
The entire classroom exploded with laughter.
Even Sir Bart couldn't hold his laugh.
“Alright, alright!”
“Now, the secretary candidates will be written on the board.”
“Raise your hand for the person you want to vote for.”
The votes were counted.
Rhone looked at the board.
Rhone — 13 votes.
Andrei — 14 votes.
Rhone stared at the results.
“Damn.”
The boys at the back suddenly shouted.
“CAN WE CHANGE OUR VOTE?!”
“We thought Rhone's name was Andrei!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“We voted for the wrong person!”
Everyone started laughing again.
Rhone covered his face.
LMAO.
These dumb fuckers.
Sir Bart was laughing too.
“NOOO!”
“HAHAHAHA!”
Rhone returned to his seat, still laughing.
“Y'all are dumb.”
“Imagine if I actually won.”
“We'd always have a free canteen.”
The boys laughed even harder.
Borg suddenly looked at him.
“Bro...”
“We forgot your name.”
He started laughing heavily.
“What's your f*******: name?”
“Let me add you.”
Rhone pulled out his phone.
“Aight.”
“Give me your phone.”
“I'm gonna type it”
Borg handed it over.
End.
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