Chiba Masato
Resident Enigma
Everyone has something to hide no one is no exception some things hidden are trivial others not. How we hide it all the same we hide behind our Facades, masks and put up false fronts to hide our secrets. As any other new school year people have transferred in new secrets made new bonds formed old ones broken. He looked on as people entered the gates meeting up with old friends making new ones. Even though he hated being all alone it was where he found himself most of the time. The major clicks and groups had already formed by the time he had transferred into the school leaving him an outcast.
The school was a medium size facility having a fairly good sized gym even a weight room, 4 tennis courts, a indoor and outdoor pool. It had any club and organization that one could think of then there were ones made everyday as well. It seemed that when walking down the halls it was possible to meet people who you have never seen before in the halls that or see people that one hadn't seen in months.
He stared at the class roster, he was with a different class then he was last year. So much for trying to make any friends this year and the ones that he had made would probably be lost over time. He did look forward to the possible prospect. He checked the room number and it was 3-F. He nodded and added the room number to his memories. He looked around only to find he was surrounded by unfamiliar faces. A bit put off he pushed his way out of the crowd and towards the staircase. He slowly trudged his way up the two floors and looked down the long hallway and sighed heavily his class was near the end of the hallway. He walked to the classroom and looked in the classrooms he passed looking trying to see anyone he knew.
Failing to find anyone he knew he walked into the room and looked at the seating plan finding he was next to the window, his favorite place in the room. He slowly walked over to the desk and looked at the uncomfortable looks most of the rest of the class held he smiled to himself, at least he wasn't the only one uncomfortable in the room. He sat his bag on the hook beside his desk and picked his chair up and sat down gingerly in it. He looked out the window at the view and nodded. It was a nice view he wouldn't mind keeping for the rest of the year. He looked back in the room and saw more people had filled in. Smiling at the few that had made eye contact with him he pulled his notebook out and his pencil as well and laid them on his desk leaning back against the chair staring out the window.
The school was a medium size facility having a fairly good sized gym even a weight room, 4 tennis courts, a indoor and outdoor pool. It had any club and organization that one could think of then there were ones made everyday as well. It seemed that when walking down the halls it was possible to meet people who you have never seen before in the halls that or see people that one hadn't seen in months.
He stared at the class roster, he was with a different class then he was last year. So much for trying to make any friends this year and the ones that he had made would probably be lost over time. He did look forward to the possible prospect. He checked the room number and it was 3-F. He nodded and added the room number to his memories. He looked around only to find he was surrounded by unfamiliar faces. A bit put off he pushed his way out of the crowd and towards the staircase. He slowly trudged his way up the two floors and looked down the long hallway and sighed heavily his class was near the end of the hallway. He walked to the classroom and looked in the classrooms he passed looking trying to see anyone he knew.
Failing to find anyone he knew he walked into the room and looked at the seating plan finding he was next to the window, his favorite place in the room. He slowly walked over to the desk and looked at the uncomfortable looks most of the rest of the class held he smiled to himself, at least he wasn't the only one uncomfortable in the room. He sat his bag on the hook beside his desk and picked his chair up and sat down gingerly in it. He looked out the window at the view and nodded. It was a nice view he wouldn't mind keeping for the rest of the year. He looked back in the room and saw more people had filled in. Smiling at the few that had made eye contact with him he pulled his notebook out and his pencil as well and laid them on his desk leaning back against the chair staring out the window.