Hearing Mrs. Anderson calling from below, I quickly gathered with the other kids. It felt peculiar calling others kids as I am also a kid now. Dismissing these absurd thoughts, I swiftly joined others in a line to get on the school bus. The school was a community school, free to attend, although we had to buy our own books, so we often used older students' books to save money.
As I entered the bus, John yelled, "Arthur! Here," gesturing to the seat he had saved for me. I walked over and sat down. John, a 10-year-old boy, had a playful grin on his face. His sandy-brown hair was neatly combed, with a few unruly strands falling across his forehead. Hazel eyes sparkled with mischief, reflecting youthful exuberance. John's face bore a sprinkling of freckles, giving him a boyish charm. We chatted about school and class, and I quickly caught up on the current information to avoid seeming out of place.
Arriving at school around 9:30, almost 45 minutes early, we made our way to the classroom. The room had two rows of attached benches and desks where three people could sit. We moved quickly to our seats, the third row from the front, where we met our second friend, Rudy Elsher. Rudy, a 10-year-old boy, stood out with his distinctive appearance, reflecting dual interests in academics and anime culture. His jet-black hair, slightly tousled, fell just above his glasses, giving him a thoughtful and studious air. The glasses, with anime-inspired frames, hinted at his passion for imaginative worlds portrayed in manga and animated series.
As soon as we sat down, Rudy began talking about new anime he watched or novels he read. Since both John and I were from the orphanage, he shared everything fascinating with us. While we were engrossed in our conversation, a noise caught our attention. We turned toward the door, observing a girl about 10 years old walking in.
Ria Raven, known as the "Cold Beauty," exuded an intriguing aura with her enigmatic and composed demeanor. Striking features set her apart, with jet-black hair cascading down to her shoulders, framing a face that held an air of quiet confidence. Ria's intense deep-blue eyes seemed to hold a wisdom beyond her years, contributing to the mystique surrounding her. Despite her young age, Ria's fashion sense leaned toward timeless elegance, often wearing dark-colored dresses or skirts paired with neatly tied ribbons, giving her a sophisticated and slightly mysterious appearance.
Ria, a daughter of a multi-billionaire single mother, attended the community school to understand the life of the less fortunate. Rudy, our friend, had been sponsored by her company after facing financial difficulties in joining university. In my previous life, I remembered hearing about Ria's efforts to support talented individuals and address their academic challenges. After school, we quickly got together, had some snacks prepared by Mrs. Anderson, and began doing homework.
After finishing homework, Sarah, a delightful 10-year-old with a cheerful personality, joined us. She had a cascade of golden curls framing her face, and her eyes sparkled with mischief, hinting at the mischievous side of her playful nature. Sarah possessed a clever wit and a little bit of mischief that kept those around her on their toes. After finishing homework, Sarah, John, and I quickly copied it, then headed out to play.