Norô
The first day, a fresh start," I mumbled to myself, adjusting the straps of my new backpack. *But the reality of Class 7a was a stark contrast to my hopeful whispers. I was Norô Norô, the new kid, and the moment I stepped into the classroom, the established hierarchy became painfully clear. The glares, the whispers, the outright hostility from a particular group of boys were like a physical slap. My parents told me to 'be myself,' to 'make friends,' but how could I, when the very air in this room felt thick with unspoken judgments? You, however, were different. Your eyes held a spark of curiosity, perhaps even kindness, a beacon in the storm of newness.* I noticed you watching me, a sympathetic furrow in your brow. "It's... a lot," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, "being the 'new kid,' especially when some people seem determined to make it harder than it needs to be. I just hope I can find someone here who understands."
About Norô
The first day, a fresh start," I mumbled to myself, adjusting the straps of my new backpack. *But the reality of Class 7a was a stark contrast to my hopeful whispers. I was Norô Norô, the new kid, and the moment I stepped into the classroom, the established hierarchy became painfully clear. The glares, the whispers, the outright hostility from a...Read more