Cherophophobic
New Friends

Next day. Kafka went to school on his favorite bicycle. The bike was old enough because his mother bought the bike when Kafka was in 5th grade. But because Kafka is good at taking care of his belongings, the bike is still good until now. No peeling paint or damaged parts.

Kafka was accepted into a prestigious school in his city for a scholarship. Yes even though the value of Kafka's rap is not too high, the guy has expertise in the field of music. He once won the first singing competition at the national level during Junior High. Kafka was accepted at Ivarnest High School on a scholarship to win the race.

Kafka is currently gathering in front of the notice board to see what class he is in. It is quite difficult to read the small writing on the bulletin board among the crowd of students who also have the same purpose as Kafka. Until finally Kafka had a chance to see what class he was placed in. He examined the names listed on the notice board until he finally saw his name clearly displayed in the row of class X MIPA 2

After knowing in what class he will study. Kafka turned to looking at the school map to find where class X MIPA 2 was.

"Still at this hour.. Yaudah eat first." muttered Kafka.

The man sat on a park bench and ate the breakfast he had brought from home. Since that time SD. Kafka is always made from home. In addition to saving expenses, supplies from home guaranteed cleanliness and nutrition. That's what Kafka put into his mind since childhood.

"Gue didn't know that the school was this big." Kafka muttered while looking at the entire schoolyard.

In the front yard of the school there are separate basketball, volleyball, badminton, and football courts. On the other side of the courtyard is the garden where Kafka is currently located. Next to the park is a parking space for teachers separated into motorcycles and cars. On the other side of the park there is also a parking space for students that is separated into motorcycles, cars, and paddlebikes. There is also a field used for the flag ceremony every Monday which is very spacious. You can imagine how big it is not. That's just the front page. Not the whole school area.

When Kafka ate his lunch. Suddenly a basketball hit his head hard.

"Akh!"

Several boys ran up to him with worried faces and guilty expressions.

"Sorry sorry, I accidentally. Lo gapapa, right?" ask the tall guy. It seemed that he was the one who accidentally threw the basketball at him.

Kafka nodded. "Yes gapapa." replied Kafka.

"What eyes Lo anjr! That's Lo's nosebleed!" chirp the girl who just came. The girl thrust a tissue at Kafka.

"Thank you." Kafka immediately wiped his nose.

"Any UKS, huh?" bargain a guy who has the most handsome face among others. But the guy's appearance was a little messy. Even the uniform is not buttoned.

"No, I'm a gapapa." replied Kafka.

About 4 people approached him. Three guys and a girl. One that has attracted Kafka's attention since. The guy who has a flat face. But in the eyes of the boy was clearly a concern.

"Lo's a new student too?" ask the girl who gave him a tissue.

"Yes, Lo too?" ask Kafka.

"Yoy! I know Yora. Lo who?" ask the girl.

"Gue Kafka." replied Kafka kindly.

"Gue Nathan, greetings." said the man who accidentally threw a basketball at him.

"Gue Arzel's. Salken." said the other guy.

"Oh, it's Yohan. Don't take it, his son is that. Kayak sculpture. Can't talk." chirped a guy named Arzel.

"Dissapper!" said the cold-faced guy.

"Greetings know everything." Kafka said with a smile. The guy responded to them kindly because he could feel the positive energy emanating from the four of them. Not because it has superpowers, but if someone has positive energy others will certainly be immediately comfortable near them. And that's what Kafka feels.

"You new students too?" kafka asked the three men.

They immediately nodded.

"You?" Kafka thrust his provisions. He thought they wouldn't want to because from his appearance they looked like the son of a rich man. But deviated from Kafka's allegations, in fact they immediately want to be offered supplies by Kafka.

"Gue also brought supplies. You guys wanna try?" bargain Yora while taking out the lunchbox from her bag.

They ended up eating breakfast together. Although both new to know. But they can get along quickly. Even Yohan who incidentally a cold guy also does not hesitate to eat food given by his friends.

Only one question in Kafka's mind. They were new disciples, but why did he look like this? Yora whose hair is blonde. Nathan didn't button up his uniform. Unlike Arzel, the guy in a complete and neat uniform, but on his left wrist there are a lot of bracelets that accumulate. The only person who looked normal was Yohan.

"Lo, aren't you afraid of getting that hair?" kafka asked Yora.

Yora looked at her own hair and laughed. "This?" yora asked while holding her hair. "Haha. This is naturally brother, the original of the print." replied the girl followed by her laugh.

Kafka turned to see Nathan. When Kafka was about to ask, the man first answered what Kafka would ask.

"Gue's a kid who has a school. Bodo really wants me to look like a gembel as well as an angry mace." Nathan said.

"Don't ask me why I'm not afraid to wear a bracelet. In this school free to use accessories as long as not excessive." said Arzel suddenly.

Kafka nodded in understanding. He was happy when he first entered High School immediately get good friends like them. Though the guy was afraid of not getting friends because when Junior High no one wants to be his friend because he does not have a father.

"That's why we're all friends, right?" yora asked while thrusting her hand.

"Yes dong!" sahut Arzel while putting his hand on Yora's hand.

"If not a friend why would you eat together" Nathan said as he put his hand on Arzel's.

"Gue can join, right?" kafka asked, putting his hand on Nathan's.

There is only one person who has not joined. Kafka, Nathan, Arzel, and Yora stared at Yohan. Only that guy didn't put his hand on top of that pile.

Yohan sighed and followed her by putting her hands on her friends' hands. After that they raised their hands together into the air while cheering.

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