"I'm up!" Gale groaned as the alarm clock beeped. He crawled out of bed. "I—"

"AHHH!" He fell out of the bed, head first.

"WHAT HAPPENED—?" John got up, surprised. The problem was, he also forgot he was on the top part of the bunk bed, causing him to fall.

"Is it raining humans...?" Tonito drowsily asked.

• • • • •

As Gale and his roommates entered the classroom, they were presented with an average rectangular room with cream walls and faded maroon tiles. The whole left area of the room was filled with tinted windows. There was a rollable white screen above the blackboard, and there was a wooden podium along the area where the blackboard was. The teacher's table was placed in the front left. For the students, there were thirty wooden chairs and tables, arranged in six columns and five rows. There weren't any air conditioners; just two ceiling fans.

They spotted four empty chairs on the left back side of the room. Two were in the third row next to each other, and two were in the fourth next to each other.

"Can we sit here?" Gale asked somewhat awkwardly. At least the first impression of being nice might work.

"Yeah." The guy next to the chair Gale wanted to sit in nodded. He was waving a stick with a string of correction tape residue. "I'm James."

"I'm Gale." Gale smiled, glancing at the stick.

"I'm Jeff." Jeff said.

"You like the stick, huh?" The boy next to James had his own stick and was waving it through James's short, fuzzy hair. He had noticed Gale staring at the stick.

"Well... Where did you get those sticks?" Gale blinked.

"I had to this weird impulse to get several sticks in the field..." James shrugged. "I gave one to Carl, and he attached these correction tape stuff to them."

"We came pretty early in the morning and got bored." Carl— or who Gale assumed as Carl, for he didn't introduce himself— added. "There were only five people at that point. Three of them were girls though, and it would be awkward talking to them."

"Are you two dormers?" Jeff asked.

"No." James shook his head. "And Carl and I didn't know each other yet."

"Oh... Well, Jeff and I are dormers." Gale said. He glanced at his other two roommates. They were drawing on a notebook, along with somebody in blue glasses. They were talking about "Motherships".

"Okay, class!" A man who seemed like a lax person walked into the classroom, causing the chatter to stop. "Welcome, Memes! I'm Sir Neil, your adviser, and this will be your homeroom for the whole school year. But, did any of you get lost?"

Several students raised their hands.

Thankfully we knew the room number and where it was... Gale thought. It was 304... right? Or was it 305? I'll just check later.

"Here are your IDs—Identification Cards—and make sure to wear them all the time when you're in school, except maybe during PE." Sir held one of the said objects up.

"PE SUCKS!" One of Gale's classmates yelled, but he was quickly ignored. He sobbed quietly.

"So..." Sir Neil picked a random ID from the pile on the teacher's table. He stared at the chosen card for a moment. "Cheese Roll?"

"Sir...!" A really short girl looked surprised. "Really?"

"Mwahaha..." The teacher laughed evilly. "You are okay with that, right?"

"Yes...?" She answered, slightly unsure.

"Okay." Sir nodded contently.

And this continued, until it reached Gale, who was the seventeenth.

"GALE!" Sir Neil held up his ID, and Gale felt his heart skip a beat.

God, it had the grace of a drunk idiot and the radiance of the Sun.

And because of its radiance, all Gale could see were people turning purple.

This was very concerning.

Gale finally managed to get a hold of his ID after several minutes of internal screaming and classroom navigating.

The lace of the ID felt like stone, but the image of himself on the card was very, very, very, very, very, very, really, really, really handsome.

Okay, maybe he was exaggerating.

"Uh..." Sir's hesitant tone interrupted Gale's half-hour session of admiring his ID. The teacher looked over to Gale's seat mate, Jeff. "How do we pronounce your first name again?"

"Ah, Sir Neil—"

"Nevermind!" Sir interrupted him. "LET'S BE DEMOCRATIC!"

"LET'S CALL HIM 'JEFF'!" Somebody in yellow glasses yelled, and most of the students raised their hands.

"Well then..." Jeff blinked, and his roommates laughed at the coincidence.

Gale suddenly remembered he was still holding and not wearing his ID. He wrapped the lace on him and I thought crossed through his head.

I'm in love with an Identification Card! He blushed, and Jeff gave him a weird look. And it loves me too!

Ah, the love of tangled laces!

"Uh... How high are you...?" Somebody asked from behind Gale.

"Everyone's as high as a kite!" Somebody else sang.

"YOU'RE TOO YOUNG!" Sir Neil looked surprised at her, while most of them, including Gale, were confused.

"Sir, the internet exists!" She chuckled, raising her phone out of her side bag.

"Okay..." Sir Neil tore his gaze away from the phone. "Let's start!"

• • • • •

Their introductions consisted of their name, age, two truths, and one lie. Of course, Gale's lie was that he enjoyed playing soccer. He really enjoyed playing football and not calling the sport "soccer".

They also wrote their first impressions of the person on a paper stuck to the said person's back. Gale's first impressions were rather good, but there was somebody who wrote their phone number on it. That would be interesting.

However, since his ID and he were in a relationship already, the ID burned the paper.

A/N
Sorry for the long wait. I sort of got stuck in the orientation part.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter :3