I spend the rest of the class looking at Mr Ayden and Miss Safira. I am a highly respectful person so I will attach the honorifics as necessary.
I'm sure half the school passes the corridor to the classroom we are in.
Safira and Ayden act oblivious to it but I can tell they notice. I guess they don't feel the need to do anything about it, which is a shame really. Knowing people are watching makes my actions more stifled than they would have usually been.
When it's time for the next class to come in I see why some students haven't blatantly waltzed in to get pictures or autographs.
The man from before, Axel, is guarding the door and he follows them, as they follow me, to my next class.
I forget all that has happened to me today in these short moments.
"Safira is going to help you with something very special, an act you have to carry out for a personal project I'm working on. Relax and ease yourself into your role, okay?"
I nod and feel a pit forming in my stomach. I knew something wa
