Around six in the morning, flocks of pigeons were busily scuffling upon the neat hedges of the dormitory ground of Pisay. The sky above was bright enough to tell you it will generously give a pleasant fair weather all throughout the day. The breeze was cool and gentle, caressing everything that was on its way. If not buildings, all there was to see in its way was a couple of tall, lush trees and fragrant ornamental plants of every kind. All in all, it was a delightful day to begin with.

As paradoxical as it may seem, the first person to enter the scene was boy who carried with him a strange aura of silent intimidation. This was the very aura that made people doubt on the simplest act of approaching him. Stoicism was across his face and those pair of eyes of his was nothing more than a slab of ice. His frown was already a part of his system making it his very own nature. But the movement he brought was just simply amazing. His stance was something that bears authority well and the way he walks was all but infinite grace in every angle. The only good impression one could make out of his exterior manifestations would be his undeniable intelligence and gorgeous face.

The boy, who was sitting on the bench in front of the cafeteria, got to his feet and went on walking left – to the Academic building. Minutes later, the next thing he knew was that he was already standing in front of a classroom. Lifting his face to the upper side of the door, he narrowed his eyes to it. He went for his identification card, making sure he did come to the right classroom. After all, he was a transfer student from another campus.

Just then he realized it was still early. Fifteen minutes after six, said the great round clock over the chalkboard.

He then settled himself to the leftmost seat of the last row.

Though Nick did look calm, his heart was pounding with a beat that shocked him because he couldn’t control it. In a few more minutes, his classmates would be arriving soon. That alone was the scariest thing of all. He would again be enduring the hardships of adjustments brought by being a lateral student. It was as if he were a freshmen when in fact, he was already in his sophomore years.