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8thfall
8thfall Great things never came from comfort
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If society is the stage, then school is the backstage.
Please read to the end :)

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School was a minuscule stimulation of society, where one's quality and personality came into play. You'll gain what you deserve, and obtain what you work for. That was Evander's belief.

On one particular morning, the hallways were buzzing with lighthearted chatter. A new student was transferring, and the rumour was enough to hype everyone up with anticipation.

It was almost ridiculous. Students placed their bets on the transfer student's gender, and the rest were forging a plan to coax he or she into their group.

It was almost ridiculous. Students placed their bets on the transfer student's gender, and the rest were forging a plan to coax he or she into their group. Smiles lit up the atmosphere and the excited chatter failed to cease even when the bell signalled the start of class.

Evander himself was curious about the transfer student. It was rare for people to transfer in the middle of the year, so this was a rare opportunity.

Evander himself was curious about the transfer student. It was rare for people to transfer in the middle of the year, so this was a rare opportunity. In addition, the chess club needed one more member for its existence to become official, so he was determined to recruit the new student no matter what. He had made up his mind.

The classroom door opened, and a new face stepped in. The excited chatters died down into hushed whispers, as the teacher introduced the new student.

The classroom door opened, and a new face stepped in. The excited chatters died down into hushed whispers, as the teacher introduced the new student. Bets that were previously made were consigned to oblivion. The conversations diverged into different topics. It became a normal day.

Another day, of attempting to recruit a member for the chess club. Aside from his group of friends, there were no other peers who were willing to join the club. His lunchtime was spent in vain.

Another day, of attempting to recruit a member for the chess club. Aside from his group of friends, there were no other peers who were willing to join the club. His lunchtime was spent in vain. In the end, no one showed any interest. Filled with disappointment, he trudged his way back to class, shrugging off the transfer student who tapped his shoulder.

For the entire duration of class, he could feel the new student's eyes on him until the bell signalled the end of school. As he stood up to leave, he was boldly stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

For the entire duration of class, he could feel the new student's eyes on him until the bell signalled the end of school. As he stood up to leave, he was boldly stopped by a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Evander right?" the transfer student asked. "Um, can I join the chess club?"

Everyone's eyes were fixated on him. Scrutinising him. Judging him.

"Sorry, but I've already got enough people."

"Sorry, but I've already got enough people." With that obvious lie, he turned a blind eye to the student's pain-stricken expression and walked out of the classroom. Outside, his friends were waiting for him.

"Gosh, the transfer student's a total weirdo," his friend laughed. "Where the heck is she from? Did you hear her accent? She looks and sounds like a retard!"

"Gosh, the transfer student's a total weirdo," his friend laughed. "Where the heck is she from? Did you hear her accent? She looks and sounds like a retard!" Despite the heavy feeling in his chest, Evander laughed along and gave a pleased smile.

"Did any of you get a recruit?" he questioned.

"Did any of you get a recruit?" he questioned. "Yeah, David's decided to join us."

"Did any of you get a recruit?" he questioned. "Yeah, David's decided to join us." It was set. The heavy feeling in his chest was lifted and satisfaction bloomed. Smiling brightly, he laughed alongside his peers as they walked out of school.

In the corner of his eye, the transfer student was surrounded by an air of solitude. Pushing back the suffocating guilt in his heart, he tore his eyes away from the poor girl.

In the corner of his eye, the transfer student was surrounded by an air of solitude. Pushing back the suffocating guilt in his heart, he tore his eyes away from the poor girl. You'll gain what you deserve, and obtain what you work for. That was his belief, and it was true. You'll gain what they think you deserve, and obtain what you can be given.

It was easy for him, perhaps not so fair for 'outsiders'.

On the other side of the street, a homeless man was asking for spare change.

On the other side of the street, a homeless man was asking for spare change. "Could you spare me a dollar?" the man pleaded to a passerby.

On the other side of the street, a homeless man was asking for spare change. "Could you spare me a dollar?" the man pleaded to a passerby. "Sorry, I don't have any spare change on me right now."

On the other side of the street, a homeless man was asking for spare change. "Could you spare me a dollar?" the man pleaded to a passerby. "Sorry, I don't have any spare change on me right now." It was an obvious lie.

If this was society, then school was preparing them well.

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