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MONDAY (1st day of school)
School. The place in the world that Martín hated the most. Not because he didn't follow up in class, on the contrary, he always was one of the best in his grade and he never had a problem to understand anything.
He hated school because he never found social connection. It was difficult for him to find friends, because he often visited a certain school only for a short amount of time. He lived alone with his mother and she had to move around the country because of her job, and Martín always had to follow her everywhere.
And that's the reason why he had already visited 13 different schools at the tender age of 18.
However, everything could change for Martín this year. After endless years of traveling around, his mother finally found a permanent job in a small town. And she did that during school holidays, so that Martín didn't need to start a new grade in the middle of a school year, but instead right at the beginning.
Deep down, he believed and hoped that everything would be different this year and that he could finally build a real friendship.
And maybe, just maybe, he would find something more for the first time in his life.
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*BRRRRRRRRR*
The alarm clock made a noise with a loud tone punctually at 7 a.m. and wrenched Martín out of his sleep. He had been a late riser all his life, problems with getting up early had become a daily routine.
But on this important day he literally jumped out of bed, hit the alarm clock and began to prepare for the day in no time.
Today was the first day of school, both the first day in the new school year but also his first day at his new school.
He had gotten used to being the new one and was therefore no longer excited, but this time it was different: at this school he would graduate, there he would make friends (hopefully). He could not leave a bad first impression there.
Martín quickly took a shower, brushed his teeth, and dressed in something suitable. If it were up to his mother, he would always have worn a suit or at least a shirt on his first day at school, but this dressing would only be liked by the teachers. He has tried to explain to his mother so many times that with such clothes he would immediately be the laughing stock of the school.
But she was a mother and like all mother she didn't understand his point.
In the meantime, however, he was old enough and could choose his own clothes. And on that day he decided on simple jeans, a plain t-shirt and his leather jacket. That had to be enough.
He looked at himself in the mirror again and then made his way into the kitchen. There his mother was already sitting at the table, drinking her morning coffee and reading the daily newspaper. When she heard Martín entering the kitchen, she looked away from the paper and looked up at her son.
“Do you want to wear that? Wouldn't you rather put on a shirt?"
"I love you mom, but if you keep giving me advices like that, I'll never find friends. No normal student is wearing a shirt for school."
“You're exaggerating again. You are a smart, handsome young man. You can only be liked,” said his mother with a sweet smile on her lips. "And a lot of people were wearing shirts when I was going to school."
"Mom, first of all, stop the flattering. And about your second point? That was half a century ago."
His mother ignored his last sentence and only replied "I'm just telling the truth about you, my dear. You are a great boy." Now she rose from the table, stepped up to Martin and hugged him. “They will love you. I can already guarantee that to you," she whispered in his ear.
She released him from the hug and made her way to the cabinet to give Martín something to eat. However, he was already on the way to the door.
"Mom, that's not necessary. I'll get something on the way. I don't want to be late on my first day.”
His mother glanced at him briefly, then shrugged and sat down at the table again. After years of living together, it eventually became clear to her that there was no point in discussing with Martín.
"Love you mom. See you in the evening."
"Have fun, darling, I love you too."
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Martín lived close enough to the school to walk the path. He never liked to go by the bus anyway, little space, lots of people, little air, a lot of noise. There was nothing positive for him about busses.
For this reason, he was glad that he was only living 15 minutes away from school this year.
There was even a bakery on his way so that from now on he could always get his breakfast there.
Today he just got a simple croissant, which he ate while walking the last part of the way to school.
In the meantime, the excitement was spreading all over his body. He didn't know what was going to happen. The first day was always of great importance, he had already noticed this when he changed school for the second time, when he was wearing a suit on the first day and for the rest of his time at that school he was considered a nerd. That was in the first class. (Children can be nasty.)
This day he didn't want to go wrong.
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Martín's first course in a new school was always to the school office to report there and get his things.
Fortunately, the way there was signposted, which is why he didn't have to speak to anyone to ask for the way. It's not that he was shy, but you never knew who you were talking to.
Martín snuggled past the masses of students, who all happily gathered to greet each other, it was the first day of school after all.
After three minutes he had found his destination, which he now entered. He immediately saw a friendly looking woman behind the desk. She smiled at him and said in a fitting voice "Good morning. How can I help you? ”
"Good Morning. My name is Martín Berrote and I'm starting my first day at this school today. I should get in touch here."
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Martín received all the information and things he needed within 10 minutes. He got his schedule and was brought to the first lesson by the principal. It had started 5 minutes ago, but Martín had a good reason to be late.
The principal knocked on the door, opened it a few seconds later and then went into the classroom. Martín's whole body was full of excitement, he took a deep breath and then followed her into the room.
"Good morning class. I want to introduce you to your new student. "
While the principal was speaking, Martín didn't look at the floor as most new students would do, but instead let his gaze wander across the class. Some of the students were drawing on their notes, others chatted quietly with their neighbors, but most of them looked at Martin with curiosity. And he looked at them all in curiosity as well.
Someone in the back row caught Martín's eye. This was clearly the hottest guy martín has ever laid eyes on. Tall, dark hair, breathtaking facial features. The guy was staring at him as well. Their eyes fixed on each other and neither of them could look away.
Only when Martín briefly noticed the words of the principal next to him, he could take his eyes of the guy.
"Martín, do you want to introduce yourself?"
However, Martin hadn't heard what she already said about him and so, to be on the safe side, he answered no to the question before telling the same thing about himself again.
“Well, then I'll leave you alone. Have fun with the rest of the history lesson,” she said and then left the room.
Martín still stood in front of the blackboard, now his gaze wandered to the teacher at the teacher's desk. There sat a middle-aged man who already looked like a history teacher from the outside, wearing glasses with hair combed to the top of his head. When Martín stared holes into him, he took the word.
“Hello Martín. I'm Mr. Cargee. I would also like to welcome you to your new school. You can sit in the third row next to Ágata.”
Martín now looked back at the class, his eyes immediately fell on a young woman in the third row who was chewing on her gum and waving to Martin.
"Come on, shy guy," she shouted from the back row.
Martín just shook his head, smiled and made quick steps towards his seat. When he stood next to his chair, his eyes focused on the row behind his table. Sitting diagonally behind his seat was the young man whose eyes Martín could not avoid three minutes ago. Now, however, he only looked at his phone, which he has laid on the table.
Martín looked away and sat down next to Ágata.
“Hi shy guy, you can call me Àgata,” she says with an outstretched hand while she pressed a bubble of gum out of her mouth.
"Hello not-so-shy lady, you can call me Martin," he replied now and took her hand.
"I like you already, Martín."
At this moment he became aware, that maybe it was not that hard to build a friendship with someone.