Leon was honestly surprised. Before getting here, he used to think that his accent would cause him far more trouble than good, and it turns out it was the other way around! Girls seemed to like him, guys seemed to be slightly jealous of him, and teachers treated him nicely so far. There was one girl though, that really stood out from the crowd. Apart from Charlotte, that is. A dark-clothed girl, who was sitting on the class' most distant desk. She was quite interesting, and the fact that she seemed to be sad made him want to introduce himself to her.<br/><br/>But then the teacher arrived, and he found himself straightening up in his seat. This teacher was different than the last one, in the fact that she actually invited him to speak something about himself! the first moment he was thrilled, but when he stood up, and began walking towards the front of the class, feeling all the stares on himself... He didn't feel so good. Back in England he received some attention, of course, but not this much.<br/><br/>As he looked at the class, the other students, he couldn't help the nervous grin that came to his face.<br/><br/>"Well, my name's Leon Abrams. I am seventeen years old, I brush my hair every morning, and I do lots of gymnastics. So, if you ever need some help in that area, hit me up, yeah?" He said, doing his best to maintain a good posture and eye contact. And as soon as he finished, he nodded and went back to his seat.<br/><br/>The rest of the lecture was pretty much what he expected. Sure, Charlotte had cleared up most doubts he had even before the teacher arrived, but seeing and experiencing things first hand was the perfect way to learn.<br/><br/>The class wasn't his cup of tea, so to say. It had its interesting moments, but the amount of theory involved tended to drag the time on and on... Not to mention that he eventually slipped into a relaxed, chill posture. When the bell rang, he sighed in relief and looked at Charlotte, smiling.<br/><br/>"Whew. This class... All those ominous portraits... The different branches of government... I swear I'm going to drown in administrative knowledge here in just a few days!"<br/><br/>Then Charlotte mentioned something that nearly made his heart stop right then. "Calculus?!" He whispered, alarmed, as he puled out his timetable once more, intensively analyzing the next period. After a<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>long moment, he lifted his head in mock dread and hopelessness.<br/><br/>"If I die in Calculus, Charlotte... I want you to know that... I really, really like herbal tea..." He said, sobbing once in his small act, but then quickly scrapping the act and chuckling. "Seriously, I'm really bad at calculus and math, and anything to do with that! Not to mention science." He mentioned, sighing.<br/><br/>"You don't have to worry about pointing out the classes, I think I know where the classrooms are. I've got an idea of the layout, and the timetable has the class' denominations there, so... See you at lunch, President Charlotte." He said, standing up and after grabbing his things, walking out of the classroom. Not without waving goodbye at Charlotte, of course.<br/><br/>When he arrived at his next class, he noticed the same girl from the last class- The goth girl. He instantly perked up, and walked over to her side, sitting down next to her.<br/><br/>Hours later, an exhausted and annoyed Leon sat on one of the lunch tables, slowly picking on a salad, some meat and a bunch of vegetables and fruits that he picked from the counter. Of course, he was surrounded by people who wanted to meet him, and even though he did his best to give them the attention they requested, he eventually found himself tired beyond belief, just waiting for Charlotte to turn up so that she could show him around.