His enthusiasm widened up her cheeks with an embarrassing glee.

"You don't have to."

"It's okay. I daydream all the time. Life would be pretty boring if we only focused on the stuff that drags us down, right?"

Well, he's not wrong. Not sure if he's annoying, but I don't feel as doubtful being here.

"Yeah, drawing's super important to me. If you don't mind, breaking this block would be a great help."

"Perfect, nothing and no one's gonna get in our way."

"Tell me why you're in my way and not in class Mr. Knight, and Ms. Rose?"

Silas gulped as they turned around to see a woman in business clothing addressing them.

"Good-good morning principal. How is your morning?"

"Confused as to why one of our top scholars isn't in class right now?"

"But the three minute window between class," staring up at the clock with instant dread, "...was three minutes ago, darn it."

"Oh," Camila blinked. "You're Ms. Dread~en?"

He tried hard not to laugh. "It's pronounced Drea~den," much to her exasperation.

"Thank you for that correction. But Ms. Rose, I believe I requested you to come to my office on the first day before you arrived to class."

"I tried but the train wouldn't move for eons."

"Same with me. It's like these trains woke up drunk and half unresponsive. If I'm almost late, you know there's a problem."

"You're not wrong, but that doesn't explain why you're both out of class."

"Well, you were going to give her a tour but since the trains destroyed her chance, I took it on myself to not let that repeat the same mistakes."

"Hmm, Camila, has Silas helped you feel welcome so far?"

"It'll take a few days, but he's been a big help."

"Glad," making an index and thumb gun pose under his chin. "And as a near summa cum laude, you've got one of the most amazing, intelligent, and humble students at your beck and call."

"That means, you won't let anyone take advantage of you, correct?"

"Ahaha, of course," leading Camila curious.

"Ms. Rose, this school has an important motive to endorse motivation, effort and creativity. However, there are scholars who were caught using underhanded tactics and manipulation of your peers like Mr. Knight here to deceive your future educators."

"They used you?"

"Another reason I don't vibe with certain people anymore," embarrassed.

Well that explains some things too. "I know I'm not the best student in the world, but I want to make my parents proud of me. I could use all the help I could get to get them on my good side."

"Hey, I don't see a bad one," making her hold her cheeks.

"Alright, Silas, be sure the rest of her introduction goes well. Camila, I hope you'll appreciate your new academic ventures at our academy."

"Thank you."

"Don't worry, she's not as dreadful as she comes across," earning a slight stare from the older blond haired woman in her late thirties. "She's a sweetheart deep down."

"Get to class now."

"Yes ma'am," not seeing her smile as they entered the computer class.

"I hope their school year goes well."

As for their computer class, he wasn't expecting their English teacher to be here.

"Aren't you the one who said you could pass my class with flying colors?"

Camila felt second hand embarrassment. He's got quite the ego.

"Oh, Ms. Faherty!" He groaned from the ensuing laughter. "Wow, farty, congrats on reaching first grader jokes, want a cookie?"

He smiled from the teeth sucking. Going to tie his shoes saved him from a book throw at landed in Ms. F's lap that lead Camila worried about an outburst.

"I should've known when I moved from Ireland to change it to Fairweather. Its Fahir-tree. Speaking of fair," rubbing her belly and spinning the book, "would you like to know how I raise my child?"

Silas rose up, nodding with intrigue.

She's not upset?

"Once upon a time, my child completely ruined our dinner table. I asked her to come to my room," lightly whimsical, "with a belt in my hand, and a stern look in my face."

People gasped, his eyes were glued to the teacher like popcorn and Camila started to sweat.

"She asked me, mommy am I in trouble? I simply asked her if she was apologetic. She said yes. And my response was simple: I forgive you," giving a motherly smile to the school. "But my parents weren't so kind. Now if I were my parents, you'd receive a punishment so severe, you'd be crying. But you made a mistake. All I ask is that you don't do it again. Understand?"

Several people received goosebumps. Silas raised his hand.

"Did she ever do something so heinous again?"

"Of course not, and never did. Please make sure none of you do the same."

The room turned eerie silent with frightened nods, but Silas. Camila tapped him.

"Why are you smiling?"

"She can stop any child from misbehaving for that long while being nice? I want a parent or be a parent like that," he whispered with glee.

"Wish mine weren't so hard."

Camila raised her hand. "Can we call you Ms. F?" That would be worse.

"I don't mind, Camila is it? Though it'd be nice if you'd learn my nice," responding with a smile that left the young girl feeling guilty.

"To be transparent, there are people who say your generation is to tech dependent and don't know how to read. And when there's a problem, it's in human nature to do what?"

Silas and another woman with lighter skin, brushy hair, and haughty look were the only ones on her face, so Ms. Faherty called on them one at a time.

"To solve it!"

"After making things worse."

"Haha, excellent. So this year, we'll be putting the power into your hands. You'll have a quarter of the period to free type, and we'll alternate between traditional and online reading and writing. Let's have a good year."

Camila blushed. "I'm not that good at English."

"Don't worry, we got this. Writing's like another form of art. We just have to express it with words."

"Here's hoping," already filled with doubts.