The moment when we arrived at Bearhill Elementary School, I took in my surroundings. The school was cozy and medium-sized, with a cluster of buildings separated by grade levels from 1st to 7th. Each building had its own playground area, and the whole place buzzed with the energy of students starting their day.

Mom held my hand as we walked through the school gates, and I could feel the eyes of other kids on me. A group of girls huddled together, whispering and giggling as they glanced my way. One of them leaned in to her friend, her voice barely a whisper, "He's cute."

On the other side, a group of boys weren't as kind. "Look at that sissy, needing his mommy to walk him to school," one of them snickered. "Probably can't even find his own classroom," another one added, their voices full of mockery.

I ignored their comments, keeping my face neutral. It was important to maintain the facade that I couldn't speak Norwegian yet. Besides, their words couldn't hurt me—not when I had far bigger plans in motion.

Mom and I made our way to the administrative office to complete my enrollment. As we stepped inside, the warm, welcoming atmosphere of the school enveloped us, and I felt a small sense of reassurance. "This is where it all begins," I thought to myself. "A new life, a new chance. Time to get started."

As we walked into the main building, teachers passed by, greeting my mom with warm smiles. It was a nice custom in this culture, always saying hi with a friendly face. We continued down the hallway, turning left to the teacher's office.

We approached the secretary's booth, where a kind-looking woman sat behind the desk. Mom stepped forward and spoke. "My name is Mrs. Oh, and I came to enroll my son today," she said, her voice steady and polite.

The secretary smiled gently, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "We've been expecting you," she said. "Please fill out this form." She handed Mom a form to fill out, and we moved to a nearby bench to complete it.

I glanced around the office, taking in the bulletin boards covered with student artwork and school announcements. The place had a comforting, organized feel to it. As my mom began to fill out the form, I noticed her struggling with the Norwegian words. She frowned slightly, her pen hovering uncertainly over the paper. Despite her best efforts, the language barrier was a real challenge for her.

Just then, I saw a familiar face. It was a teacher I remembered from my old life. Miss Elvira, one of the kindest teachers I had ever known. She always went out of her way to help others and genuinely cared about her students. Seeing her brought back a flood of memories, and I felt a wave of gratitude for the second chance I had been given.

Miss Elvira noticed my mom's struggle and walked over with a warm smile. "Do you need any help with the form?" she asked gently. My mom looked up, relief evident in her eyes. "Oh yes, please, how kind of you. I'm not very good with the language yet."

Miss Elvira nodded kindly and sat down beside her, patiently explaining each section of the form. I watched them, feeling a mix of admiration for Miss Elvira's kindness and determination to make the most of this new life. As Miss Elvira helped my mom fill out the form, she glanced at it and saw my name. A look of surprise and delight crossed her face. "You're Dio Oh?" she asked, her eyes lighting up. "It looks like you'll be in my class. How wonderful!"

I smiled, pretending to be confused. Miss Elvira turned to my mom. "I'll be his teacher. How about I show you both around the school and introduce Dio to his new class?" Mom nodded gratefully. "Thank you so much. That would be wonderful."

Miss Elvira led us through the hallways, pointing out various classrooms, the library, and the playground.

The school felt cozy and inviting, with colorful posters and student projects decorating the walls. It was medium-sized, with several buildings divided by grade from first to seventh. As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. I recognized many of the places and remembered all the little details of my past life. It felt surreal, but I was determined to make the most of this second chance.

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When we arrived at the classroom, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Miss Elvira opened the door, and we stepped inside. The classroom was bright and cheerful, with desks arranged in neat rows. I recognized many of my classmates. Some faces were exactly as I remembered, while others had subtle differences. I knew what many of them would grow up to become, and I felt a strange sense of deja vu.

Miss Elvira clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Class, we have a new student joining us today. This is Dio Oh. Please make him feel welcome." The students looked at me with curiosity. Some smiled, while others seemed indifferent. This was a special class for foreign kids new to the country, and I could see the mix of excitement and apprehension in their eyes. Miss Elvira introduced me to the class, explaining that I had just moved here and was still learning the language. "Let's all help Dio feel at home," she said warmly. "I know you'll all be great friends."

As I took my seat, I glanced around the room, remembering bits and pieces about each classmate. This knowledge felt like a secret weapon, and I was determined to use it wisely. Miss Elvira's kindness and the warm welcome from the class filled me with a sense of hope.

Mom leaned down, patting my head gently. "Dio, Mom has to go to work now. You're going to be just fine, okay? Be a good kid and listen to your teacher." I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. "Okay, Mom." She gave me a final hug before walking over to Miss Elvira. "Thank you so much," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "Goodbye." Miss Elvira smiled warmly at her. "You're welcome. He'll be in good hands."

As Mom left, Miss Elvira walked over to me. She crouched down to my level, her expression kind and reassuring. "It's okay, Dio," she said, her voice gentle. She tried to comfort me using some amateur hand gestures, speaking in Norwegian to help me understand. "You're going to have a great day here. We'll take good care of you." I smiled weakly, appreciating her efforts. Even though I felt a bit anxious, Miss Elvira's kindness made it easier to face this new beginning.

Miss Elvira stood up and clapped her hands to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, everyone, gather around!" Miss Elvira called out, her voice carrying a gentle authority. The students quickly converged, their eyes darting towards me with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

"Class, I'd like to introduce you to our new student," she announced, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "This is Dio. He's just arrived from another country called Thailand. Let's make sure to give him a warm welcome."

Whispers and murmurs spread through the group, punctuated by a few smiles and waves.

"Dio, why don't you say hello?" Miss Elvira suggested, nodding at me encouragingly.

I took a deep breath, raising my hand in a small wave. "Hello," I said, my voice soft but clear.

Miss Elvira beamed at me. "Thank you, Dio. Everyone, please help Dio feel at home and don't hesitate to assist him if he needs anything."

A chorus of greetings echoed back, and the knot of tension in my shoulders began to loosen.

Miss Elvira glanced at the clock. "Alright, everyone, it's break time. You can all go out and play," she announced.

Turning to a blonde girl with big blue eyes, she added, "Nora, could you please show Dio around the school during the break?"

Nora stepped forward, her cheeks flushed with a shy pink. "Sure, Miss Elvira," she replied, her gaze flickering to me before darting away.

"Thank you, Nora," Miss Elvira said warmly. "Dio, you'll be in good hands with Nora. She knows the school very well."

I nodded, curiosity and nerves blending inside me. As Nora led me out of the classroom, I glanced back at Miss Elvira, who gave me an encouraging smile.

Nora walked a few steps ahead, her movements tentative. "Um, this way," she said, pointing down the hallway. "I'll show you the playground and then the cafeteria."

I followed her, trying to absorb my new surroundings. Nora's shyness mirrored my own, but her willingness to help made me feel a bit more at ease.

As we walked, I couldn't help but compare this school to my previous experiences, a flicker of hope sparking within me. Maybe this time, things would be different.

Dio Stat's Info:

Lvl:4

Strength:22

Agility:15

Intelligence:8

Endurance:8

Charm:17

Dio influence, power & riches:

Money - 50 krone

Associate - 0

Asset - 0

Digital Asset - 0

Goons - 0

Car - 0

Guard - 0

Company - 0

an encouraging smile.

Nora walked a few steps ahead, her movements tentative. "Um, this way," she said, pointing down the hallway. "I'll show you the playground and then the cafeteria."

I followed her, trying to absorb my new surroundings. Nora's shyness mirrored my own, but her willingness to help made me feel a bit more at ease.

As we walked, I couldn't help but compare this school to my previous experiences, a flicker of hope sparking within me. Maybe this time, things would be different.