Day Of Transfer

Chapter 1 Day of Transfer

My name is.….... Aither Breeze, I've always had good hearing since I was born. But having good hearing doesn't always mean that it's a good thing. When I was little, I would always enjoy the sounds of the world. My ears could hear far and wide without me even having to search for anything. When I was in middle school, I sang songs that I wrote and posted it on ytube. Everyone enjoyed my music for a while until I suddenly didn't have the feeling for music anymore, and now I'm a transfer high school student in my last year of high school.

Day of Transfer:

The sound of a clock ticking. "Tick, tock, Tick, tock, Tick, tock" The sound of ruffles from a moving blanket. "Hey sweetie wake up, it's time for you to go to your new school!" "Hmm..." Aither said with a groggy tone with his eyes half widened. "OK I'll be down soon!!" He yawned and paused for a moment while focused on the time.

The time said "7:15". Walking toward the bathroom with his hair messy and headphones half off his ear, he soon began to get dressed. On his way down he looked at a picture that reminded him... Then he left to eat breakfast with his mom and went to get dropped off.

On the way to the school, they drove pass a boy with black hair and gold eyes surrounded by students. "I heard class 4A is getting a new transfer student" "Is it a boy or a girl?" In the back of the classroom there sits a boy with black hair and golden eyes that are as sharp as a knife, looking out the window. As he looks out the window, he blocks out any noise that he hears.

The bell rings and the teacher introduce a student with long curly silver-blue hair, and headphones on his ears. His appearance was of a girlish face and slim figure. The other students were mesmerized by how he looked. "Ok, students! We have new transfer student. Would you like to introduce yourself?" asking Aither with a serious, but friendly look. "My name is Aither Breeze." With a soft but cold voice. "Is there anything else you would like say Aither." The teacher asked. "No, sir." Aither said, "Well All right then, you can sit next to "Mickelle Ciman" the one next to the window in the back. He'll be your new desk mate for the rest of the year."

As Aither walks towards him, the whole class watches in awe. He sits down and opens his notebook and takes out a pencil and listens to the teacher while the teacher is instructing. As the teacher is teaching Aither hears a familiar sound coming from outside the window. As he listens to the sound; the boy next him named "Mickelle Ciman" looks at him with a puzzled gaze.