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The sun rays beamed into the classroom windows, which not even the fan could conceal the heat admitted by the star. One of these young boys, whose name was Jack Merridew, sat by the window in the front row, maintaining a Mundane veneer as he soaked in the heat, trying to appear fine. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his clothes sticking to him like waning glue trying to keep two papers together. His red hair reflected the sun’s color, though it had started to stick up slightly from the heat. He was barely paying attention to the teacher's math lesson, trying to remain composed. His eyes darted around the room, trying to find something to take his mind off the sultry air. As his eyes scanned the room, they paused on a boy sitting in the front row adjacent to him. He noticed the boy’s name read “Simon Cambourne”. The boy’s hair was quite long, like a girl, which Jack found quite funny. Jack found that Simon was also not paying much attention, instead scribbling in his exercise book. He was curious as to what he was drawing, but he would most likely get in trouble if the teacher saw him taking a gander. For the next couple minutes of the class, Jack found himself looking at the boy numerous times, not able to keep his eyes off of him. He was in mid-daydream when the teacher's voice broadcasted throughout the room.
“Alright class! I want you to pair up with the student next to you and do the problems I've written on the board!” She pointed to the whiteboard, which had several questions Jack found all too easy. “Please grab out a blank piece of paper!!” He stared at the board, when he had the sudden realization who his partner would be.
Simon.
He looked over at Simon who was looking at him too, a starry-eyed expression on his face. This made Jack snicker a bit, before clearing his throat after realizing he was.
“So,” Jack started looking at Simon’s nametag to make it seem like he didn’t already know, “You’re…Simon?” Simon nodded
“Yes. Your name's Jack.” Simon said this bluntly without looking at his nametag, which Jack found amusing.
“Right then, let’s have a go at the problems?” Jack asked, but it wasn’t much of a question, more of a confirmation. He pulled out a blank piece of paper, moving his desk closer to the other boy’s, beginning the problems with the boy. At this moment, Jack had found his first friend.
For now, at least.