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Armando quickly found an empty seat towards the side of the classroom, close to the hallways. He laid down his violin case beside him and slung his bag over the back of his chair, pulling out a music notebook and a regular notebook from within.

The first day of school went on as usual, introductions of each person in class, introduction of the teachers, the distribution of the lesson syllabi, etc. Time just wasn't registering to Armando as he got lost in his thoughts. With one hand supporting his chin while the other holding his pen in place as if ready to start jotting down notes, he just stared blankly into the space in front of him as his mind began to replay what had happened just a few moments ago.

It bothered him how his natural reaction to his fellow clique members was nothing short from how he treated everyone else, stranger or acquaintance. The scene played in his head over and over again as he imagined other scenarios in which he did something else, attempting to reconcile the memory. Slowly, his focus began to fade and all sounds and sights from the classroom around him whited out, replaced by the music in his head. Caught in his own trance, Armando just sat their in class, as if his conscious self was on a place far away from the chair he sat in.

The sound of the bell that signified lunch broke Armando out of his trance. He looked down at his notebook and found it blank, realizing that he spent the whole lesson staring into space. Not as if it mattered either way; knowing that he'd be able to catch up and possibly even surpass everyone else in the room. The only challenge there was back in middle school was the presence of the others from the clique. They were smart too and it was as if there was this large gap between the capabilities of the clique members versus the rest of the class.

Pushing the thought aside, he picked up his bag and violin case and proceeded to where the kiosk was. Learning that the entrée was pizza, Armando left, scowling on the inside, and decided to look for the rest of the clique. With an Italian for a mother and a Japanese for a father, one tended to get sick of both cuisines, especially when its what he eats for breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday.

He countinued to scour the halls until he spotted Roan and Anabel heading out into the courtyard. He picked up the pace of his walk, wanting to get to them faster, before he found Alex in another hallway, talking with someone who looked like she was from a year or two ahead. Armando wanted to invite him to join the rest of the clique for lunch, but didn't know how to approach him, particularly now that he was with someone else.

Armando stopped mid stride unable to make up his mind on how to invite Alex over to the rest of them and thought that it would be easier and better for someone else from the clique to take care of it instead. Deciding on a course of action, Armando exited the hallway into the courtyard and headed towards the place where both Anabel and Roan sat, waving his hand toward them as he approached.