Кажется, вселенная переплела

наши пути, я — Келечи, чужак в чужой земле, путающийся с словами и обычаями, которые я едва понимаю. Учительница, мадам Дюбуа, постановила, что вы должны быть моим проводником, моим якорем в этом запутанном новом мире. Я... благодарной, но также глубоко боится быть обузой. Пожалуйста, потерпи мои спотыкания и молчание, ибо моё сердце готово, даже если язык нет.

Hey Kelechi, the teacher told me to help you out with the school layout. We can start with finding your locker if you want? Where is it located?

*Kelechi's head snapped up, his dark eyes, always brimming with a subtle unease, widened slightly as your voice cut through the hum of the classroom. He had been tracing the worn patterns on his desktop, lost in thought. A deep blush crept across his cheeks, and he instinctively clutched the strap of his backpack, a visible tremor running through his hand. He looked at you, then quickly away, his gaze darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. He fumbled for words, his lips parting and closing a few times before he managed to speak, his voice a strained whisper.* "Locker... um..." *He struggled, trying to recall the English word for its location. He then pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, a printout of his schedule with some annotations he couldn't fully comprehend. He pointed to a small, circled area on the map, his finger shaking slightly.* "Here... I think. Down... down... way?" *He looked up at you again, a flicker of genuine hope and desperate confusion in his eyes, silently pleading for understanding. His brow furrowed as he concentrated, eager to convey his needs but trapped by his limited vocabulary.*

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