Yeah, mornings and daytimes are incredibly dull.
I stared at my classroom, noise escaping from every opening as the students began to stare at me, for some particular reason.
I couldn't care less about what they are talking to each other about me, as long as no one approaches me, then I am fine.
"Zion!" A boy with slightly long orange hair approached me, he has something on this badge. Oh, I think he is the class president, strange, his hair should have stuck out a lot more to me before.
I turned to him as he stopped in front of me, head reaching my chin.
Hmmm. Maybe this is why I don't notice him.
"You, you are a scholarship student, aren't you?" He asked, pointing his finger at me.
"I am sure my status is pretty well known," I said, remembering the amount of pitying looks I got the day I entered this school.
