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Frances grinned when he returned the high-five, feeling much more at ease herself to see him smile, which she had to admit, suited him much better. She chuckles slightly at his question and the shyness with which he asks it, "You [i are] stuck with me now newbie - and we've got bio together. C'mon, our class is this way." She nods to the door and leads him out and down the hallway. Students were trying to find their respective classrooms so the halls were packed and crammed, though many just loitered in front of their lockers. Instinctively, she reaches back to hold Seoul's arm so he doesn't get swept away by the sea of students.
"These freshman are so... Tch, move it people!" She hollered impatiently, voice drowned out by the rest of the noise. She tries to weave her way through a group of younger teens all the while being careful not to grip his arm too hard. Fram leads him down a set of stairs, and this time only senior students occupied the space so it was relatively more sane. Fran lets out a relieved breath, and lets go of his arm.
She pushes open the door, but stiffens when she sees that Mr. Callahan was already there. Great, and with Seoul in tow too. They weren't [i that] late were they-?
"Frances Yang, and..." The teacher squints down at a sheet in his hand, "A Mr. Seoul Kim? Frankly I'm not very impressed with what I'm sure is my first impression of you. Miss Yang, you ought to know better."
Frances sighs inwardly - he does the same thing all the time, so she simple nods, eyes already scanning the room for empty seats. She clearly wasn't all that bothered.
Seoul was glad to hear that she didn't take his shyness for rudeness. Nine times out of the most people did, only because he never got a chance to explain his disorder to people. So it was refreshing to see that she was patience with him. He smiled softly as she held up her for a high five instead of a hand shake, honestly that made him feel much better.
He give her a quick high five before placing his hand in his pockets, wondering if he should like her in the know about his mutism, to make things much easier on her.
"Could...mmm you show me to class...I mean if you want to..." He asked her looking at his shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the room.
[tab] "Ah, Mr. Callahan." she nodded slightly in acknowledgement. That guy was kind of an ass on his bad days, but the day just started so he's not likely to go off on another student early in the morning. Fran was considering whether she should tell Seoul that this particular teacher could be, ah, difficult to deal with at times, until the boy beat her to it and spoke first.
[tab] She honestly hadn't been expecting him to talk to her anytime soon, especially after that careless comment she made, and hearing him switch over to Korean part-way through caught her feeling off-guard and more than a little curious. "Whoa." she says absentmindedly, then remembering herself and the part he did speak in English, she stumbles distractedly through the rest of her words, "Wait, I- my... Uh, handshake?" she manages to pick up the single obvious word up that actually registered to her, but his Korean was completely lost on her. He mentioned something about not wanting to be rude before that and- Oh. Well, it could've been anything for all she knew, but was that an apology?
[tab] "Oh. Ahah, [i oh]... that." Now it was her turn to avoid his gaze quickly, chuckling airily to herself at the childish relief she feels over making a big deal out of nothing. "Don't worry about it, I'm sure you didn't mean anything, you know, mean." She noted his timid mannerisms and the way he seemed to struggle with forming the words - it was, admittedly, kind of sweet that he was worried about offending her even when he looked like he had a hard time trying to address it. Or maybe there's more to it than just simple concern, because that would explain a lot about him.
[tab] But he's still standing there looking fretful all the while she thinks to herself, so she tries to remedy the whole thing by making light of the situation, "Wanna try again? If you're not one for handshakes," she raises a hand and wiggles her fingers, "Maybe you're more of a high-five kinda guy?" she jokes lightly.
Seoul watched his classmate gather their belongings as the bell rang, and made their way out of the classroom. He slowly started to pack up as well. He placed his notebook and pen into his bag as he slowly stood up looking around the class room. He picked up he's schedule to see what his next class will be as the girl beside him asked him who was his bio teacher.
He looked at her and then back down to the paper in hand.
"Mr.Callahan ..."He spoke softly as adjusted the messganer bag on his shoulder, trying to rid him self of the anxiety he was feeling. He had hope she didn't take offense to him not shaking her hand. Social interactions were not his strong suit as well as social cues.
He rubbed the back of his neck lightly as not looking at her."Mmmm...I wasn't....trying to be rude...mmm..your handshake...나는 사회적 단서가 좋지 않습니다 .... 저를 용서해주십시오 ...." He told her softly as he bowed slightly. Feeling very embarrassed that all of his English left out of the window.
[tab] Seoul's response wasn't the most reassuring to her, she couldn't gauge if she had [i already] offended the poor boy or if he was just trying to put it behind him, since he didn't give away much. The more she looked the more Fran was convinced she'd already scared him off - if the way he avoided the handshake was any indication. She looks down at her open palm, a bit awkwardly, "Well, I-" then the bell rang.
[tab] Mrs. Jones gathers her things, bids the class a good day and takes her leave. Frances lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding in before dropping her hand, feeling slightly rejected.
[tab] She didn't really know what to expect when their teacher walked into class with Seoul in tow. She had met a few students who shared a similar sort of reservedness but she was terrible at composing herself in front of them. It put her off, not being able to get a read on anyone on the get-go - what if she said or did something to put [i them] off? She supposed that's why most of the people she socialized with were all fairly... straightforward, for lack of a better term. Not that she didn't have her more reticent friends, but they came around eventually. She supposed it was a similar case with Seoul, that he'd come around eventually too. She just needs some patience, and, hopefully, all would be well?
[tab] [i 'It's only been first impressions after all.'] she thinks to herself
[tab] The students start filing out of the classroom and Fran wonders if she and Seoul shared any classes. It would be convenient for her if they did, but, hopefully, she wouldn't say anything completely unnecessary next time or else he'll never come out of that shell. Anyway, moving swiftly on from that, she was sure they had Biology first. "Hey, so, on your schedule-" she pauses to slip her bag on before turning back to the boy, "Who did it say was your bio teacher?"
Seoul nervously ran his fingers through his hair as he got settled into his seat. His ears turning slight red from embarrassment due to the girls comment. He didn’t want people thinking he was a helpless child. His only downfall was that he had a social disability . But once he got comfortable around the right people he was just like any other teenage boy his age, just a bit more reserved…he nodded slightly not looking at her.
He sighed lightly taking he took out his notebook and pen as Mrs. Jones went on with the morning announcements, nothing that interested him in that moment. So, he tuned it out just like he did with everything when he was in an uncomfortable setting. He was silently trying to calm himself down so he wouldn’t draw anymore unwanted attention to himself. He just wish he was normal, able to hold a ten minute conversations with his fellow classmates. No one knew him.
This was a fresh start.
A new beginning.‘I can do this...i just need to stay calm down…’ he t
hought as he tapped his pen on the desk lightly, this was something he could be caught doing from time to time. It was sort of a way of calming down. If he wasn’t tapping a pen, it was his fingers, if not his fingers then he would bounce her leg up and down.
It wasn’t until he heard something drop that he snapped out of his thoughts, only to have his attention caught by the girl who was assigned to show his around and help him if he needed it.
He found himself watching her closely as he introduced herself and apologize for her comment. He found some comfort in the fact that she wasn’t trying to be mean or anything.
“Uh….nice..to meet you…” Seoul told her softly as he looked at her hand and then back down at his desk. He actually suprised himself back saying that.
[tab] She couldn't help but notice the way he stared at the floor the whole time he was stood in front of class, looking very much like he was a million miles away - maybe he was, in his mind. As the boy made his way over Frances does a quick, discreet once-over of him; his posture betrayed his nervousness, which she noted right away - first day jitters, or an inhibited personality? Even his appearance was incredibly subdued, all-black and bundled up in a hoodie. [i 'Time will tell I guess.'] She was certain 'Kim' was a Korean surname but he had more mixed features, the blue eyes being the most obvious giveaway of course.
[tab] Seoul hadn't even settled in his seat yet when Mrs. Jones started addressing Fran, "Miss Yang."
[tab] Fran's brows shoot up and she stiffens ever so slightly at being put on the spot so soon, not so much out of embarrassment but surprise, "Yes miss-?"
[tab] "I will..." Mrs. Jones pauses as soon as she starts, momentarily trying to find the right word, "You could say I'd be 'assigning' Seoul to you, I suppose. Only for the first week, just make sure he gets to the right classes, receives support- you know the drill."
[tab] "You mean like that buddy program they do for the kids?" she pipes up, which she almost immediately regrets because that is [i not] what she meant to imply- but the damage is done, Mrs. Jones is already giving her a stern look, and someone directly behind her is snickering. So much for not scaring away the new kid- what if he takes her for a jerk for thinking him helpless? Damn. Fran mutters a quick apology under her breath she's certain no one can hear but she does it anyway.
[tab] "... If that's your only point of reference." Mrs. Jones says finally, with an air of weariness. Frances shrugs sheepishly. Their homeroom teacher shakes her head slightly and Fran knows when she's dismissed. When Mrs. Jones addresses Seoul, though, she noticeably does so with a tad more gentility - and traces of concern, if she's really looking. "Don't hesitate to ask Frances for help, should you need it. But enough of putting my students on the spot, I'll do the register and then it's on to morning announcements."
[tab] After ticking off the present students Mrs. Jones briefly discusses the upcoming pep rally approaching one of the football games with Hearst, mentions the Homecoming committee at one point, opportunities to help fund raise for something or other... Fran listens intently for only one specific announcement... and is a tad disappointed she doesn't hear it.
[tab] She was hoping to hear any news about play auditions, but she supposed she's better off asking one of the theater students for that kind of information. After all it was from one of them that she heard they might do a play off of, either a novel or one of Shakespeare's this year. If it was the latter, she was hoping it's Hamlet - as overdone as it is, but there's a reason why it's often regarded as Shakespeare's greatest. And anyway, it's arguably not as overdone as Romeo and Juliet. She's sure the tech team would up and barf if they so much as hear another 'Wherefore art thou Romeo?'
[tab] Mrs. Jones drops something, and that snaps Frances out of her daydreaming. She continues her somewhat monotonous droning and Fran decides she's heard what she needed to, so, she moves on to other matters. She eyes Mrs. Jones carefully before leaning over to whisper to the new kid. "Hey, the name's Fran, but I guess you already know that." she smiles, a bit sheepishly at her own lame introduction, "Um, yea, ignore my comment about the... the whole kid-y buddy-program thing, didn't mean to imply anything- I promise." She demonstrates her candor by tracing the area over her heart with a finger, "Cross my heart." she jokes, though she was serious about not intending to imply anything condescending. She merely hoped to put him at ease.
[tab] "So, Seoul, right? Nice to officially meet you." she says, and holds out a hand for him to shake.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP
Seoul groaned lightly as he slowly reached over to shut off the alarm clock. He really hated being jetlagged, but it was the first day of school, and he didn't want to be late. Slowly sitting up he started ran his hands through his black hair as he scanned the room, which was filled with boxes that he would soon have to unpack. He yawned lightly as he got out of bed turning on some music and made his way into the bathroom turning on the warm water to take a shower. He and his parents just moved to the states after his dad got a job promotion.
He sighed as he turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist body as he stepped out of the shower and walked into his room going over to a box that was labeled ‘Clothes’ and picked out a few things. He walked back into the bathroom and he looked into the mirror at his black hair he had gotten from his dad and blue eyes that he had gotten from his mom. He turned around and started to get dressed himself in a black t-shirt, black skinny jeans with his biker boots and of course his black hoodie. He ruffed his hair slightly as he grabbed his tooth brush. Once that was done he walked out of the bathroom and grabbed his messenger bag his phone and his headphones as he made his way downstairs to find his mom making scrambled egg with cheese and some toast. Seoul quietly made his way into the very large modern kitchen trying to go unnoticed by his mother, but he seemed to have failed because she caught him. Her blue eyes lit up seeing her son. " Oh darling, good morning! " She asked with her thick English accent. Seoul muttered a quick good morning to his mom. He had found it weird to see her in the kitchen making breakfast with her blonde hair pulled into a messy bun ,since she was a model and was never around much.
But never the less he found it nice.
She smiled happily as she handed him a plate with eggs and toast giving him as kissed on the head. "Your father left early for work and won't be home until later tonight. So, it's just going to be me and you for supper. Maybe we can make something together? "she asked him softly.
Seoul looked at her and nodded giving her a soft smile. He hadn't made dinner with his mom in such a long time. He really missed her.
Cassandra smiled back."Okay, finish eating love. I'll dropped you off at school."she told him as she started to clean up her mess.
"Mom... I can...drive my...self..." he told her not looking at her and he pushed around the eggs on his plate with his fork. " I just want... to blend in..." he told her.
The beautiful blonde nodded slightly understanding." Okay love" she smiled. " Don't forget your English tutor is coming today at six."
"Okay..."Seoul said softly still not looking at her as he picked up his phone, looking at the time." I have to go...love you mom." Seoul told her as he stood up, grabbing his messenger bag."Be careful love!" She told him as he made his way out of the house, but not before grabbing his keys to his jeep wrangler his father bought him when they moved to the states. Unlocking his door, seoul quickly got into his car. He sighed nervously as he bought his car to life pulling out of the drive away.
He looked around the courtyard of his new school. It wasn't as big as his old school in south Korea but it was still pretty big. ‘Now where is the office…’ He thought looked at the map that he got off the school’s website. Finally making his way to the office, he sighed as he opened the door walking in. "Ah! You must be Seoul Kim. Don't worry I been informed about your situation. Wait right her dear." The lady behind the front desk smiled at him as she got up and walked to the back of the office. Seoul didn't say anything as he nervously played with his hoodie trying to clam himself down. Now he was regretting not having his mom here with him.
"Mr. Kim. On behalf of the faculty and students, Welcome to EastRidge High. I'm Mrs.Jones your homeroom teacher." She told him with a smiled. He stared intently at the ground before working up the confidence to look at the lady before him. She was pretty plain-looking. Pale skin, Brown hair, brown eyes, 5'5, she world thick rimmed glasses and wore a light blue button up with black slacks.
He nodded slight not saying anything as she handed him a folder."In here is your schedule, school supply list, list of all school activities and clubs, a map, and your locker number and combination." She told him softly as she waited for him to take it.
Seoul slowly took the folder away from him.
"Now if you will follow me. I'll take you to her homeroom."she smiled walking over to the door.
Slowly but surely Seoul followed behind her.
On their way to the classroom Mrs. Jones gave him some what of a tour of the school, but it was long before they were in a hallway. Seoul could feel his heart starting to race and his muscle tense up. He hated this feeling whenever he was about to meet to new people. Mrs. Jones looked at him worriedly but gave him a reassuring smile, which almost made him relax a bit, until she opened the door to the class room.
In all honesty he could have just ran away in that moment, but something clicked in him. He didn't want to be the same person he was back in South Korea.
He ran his fingers through his hair as he slowly started walking into the classroom, keeping his eyes on the floor and he stood next to Mrs. Jones.
"You'll be sat next to Frances Yang."
Was All Seoul heard as he peeked up at his new classmates. He saw a girl smile and waved at him.' She must be Frances...' he thought as he nervously started to make his way over to her.
[tab] The homeroom teacher is late, and, just like any other responsible student, Fran's using that time to socialize instead. The noisy hubbub of the general classroom chaos only registers as white noise, but then again her attention is directed elsewhere - specifically, towards Maria Gonzalez recalling a familial social gathering that somehow ended up with her third cousin's skirt on fire. Maria chatters on almost furiously and Frances keeps listening with almost rapturous attention, nodding rapidly every now and then every time Maria glances back at her after another one of her grand, sweeping gestures, as if it enhanced the story any more .
[tab] "Wait, so, what happened after your uncle rounded up all the dogs?" She asked, still uncertain as to how this all tied in with the aforementioned third cousin, but the question was still asked with a very bewildered fascination.
[tab] Maria pauses to sigh sharply, and it makes Fran wonder briefly how she's not out of breath already. She holds up a manicured finger her way, "Hang on a sec, I was getting on to that part. So-"
[tab] The sudden screeching of chairs alerted them both, and both girls scrambled to reach their seats just as the teacher walked in, curiously, with another boy in tow. She watches her address him for a moment before pointing at the spot next to Fran, which, she realized belatedly, was empty. Fran instinctively sits a bit straighter. [i 'New kid.'] she thought. [i 'Wonder from which school? There have been a lot of Hearst dropouts lately who all came flooding here, so maybe...'] her line of thoughts drifts when the teacher begins addressing them.
[tab] "Class, we have a new student. This here is Seoul Kim," she pauses to glance briefly at him, "He just moved here from South Korea, and as some of you may understand, moving can be a grueling process. With that, have a bit of empathy and be kind." She turns to the boy and gestures towards the empty seat next to Fran's, "You'll be sat next to Frances Yang."
[tab] In an attempt to be friendly, or at least, give off that impression so as not to scare off the new student on his first day, Fran smiles and waves from her seat. The behavior could be seen as overeager but [i some] tended to gravitate towards those who seem outwardly warm or friendly. Or at least, she hoped she seemed that way. Again, wouldn't want to scare off the new kid already.
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