Chapter 43: The Witch (1)
The main task on the first day of school was “getting acquainted”: getting to know the campus, the classmates, and the teachers.
Most of the students attending this private school were children from Micano’s upper-middle class. Quite a few of them had already been in the same class since elementary school and were long familiar with one another. As soon as they met, they gathered in small groups of twos and threes, excitedly sharing what they had seen and done over the holidays. The room buzzed with chatter—everyone was extremely outgoing.
Aside from those clearly acquainted with one another, there were also a few students standing alone. They were probably like Everly, having transferred up from other schools and knowing no one in the class. After looking around for a while, perhaps wanting to appear sociable, they quickly found others in the same situation. Strangers banded together into little groups of their own.
And so, in just one morning, several small cliques had already quietly formed within the class.
Everly had no intention of joining any of them.
To her, middle schoolers were still a bit too immature. If she were to make friends, at the very least they’d have to be high schoolers—otherwise, they simply wouldn’t be able to hold a proper conversation together.
At times like this, the “cool girl” persona she had adopted back in elementary school was still quite useful. Because Everly was pretty, several student groups extended olive branches to her, inviting her to join them and hang out. But her responses were consistently cold. No matter who approached her, it was the same triple reply: “Thank you, sorry, not interested.”
At first, some of the rejected students felt annoyed, thinking this girl who came out of nowhere was far too arrogant and didn’t know how to appreciate kindness. But soon, a well-informed student slapped his forehead and suddenly shouted in the crowd, “I remember now! She’s Everly from Lemot—‘Ice Queen’ Everly!”
Everly from Lemot? Ice Queen? Who? What?