Estudiante Romane & Geschichten

I scanned the contents of the worksheet where information of forty students is listed and found familiar names. Kate Chedipe H. Salcedo and Jan Clark Rios from Colegio de Santo Domingo; Ford Quill from St. Lorenzo Ruiz Academy; Jerrick Policarpio from International School of Medicine and Law; Julius Rodriguez from Angel’s School of Theatrics and Films; Ethan San Diego from Metropolitan Institute of Architecture and Engineering; Ysa Guerrero from Metropolitan Institute of Arts and Sciences; and Toreen Ortega from Metropolitan Institute of Technology.

It did not make sense! When it was my turn, I got up from the seat with a sarcastic smile. "I'm Estelle, I'm 17 years old, and I'm not the target of his attention so please continue." My classmates laughed while the professor's pale cheeks began to turn a deep red. I had embarrassed him a bit, but I wasn't lying. "My name is Ainsley Matilde Hernaez. I am 17 years old. I like to paint and draw, I hate tuna, and I would like to become a professional artist," she blurted out all at once, then covered her mouth, embarrassed.

Paulina noticed that he had a monochromatic tattoo of a canine paw on his right arm, inside the image were the features of a canine face, and underneath were two red ideograms. Paulina sat on one of the round sofas placed near the rooms, paying attention to the way Thiago taught the young students. He had a special way of dealing with each one, adapting to their difficulties and characteristics. Even the most withdrawn were encouraged by Padilha's enthusiasm and charisma, as had happened with her after she met him.

“I want to finish my studies, Alex.” He took his eyes off the phone and looked at me surprised. “What?” "I was in the middle of my senior year in high school when I disappeared,” I explained, "I always liked studying and I want to finish. I would like to have a university degree too.”

Miss Joana asked one of the male teachers who had just arrived. "Oh? Who are you?" Miss Joana took off her glasses and looked annoyed at the man in front of her. "I'm a new teacher here. I teach English." "Really? It's no wonder I've never seen you. Oh, let me introduce myself, I’m Bagus, the mathematics teacher." Miss Joana just stared at Mr. Nice's outstretched hand without intending to accept it. Not long after, the bell rang. "Oh I have to teach now. Please move aside, you are blocking my way."

Mario said, applauding and then continued, "Lukas is greeting you Nick. He said: 'Hey! How are you? My name is Lukas.' While Flixus said: 'Pleased to meet you, young fellow. I am Flixus. Your family's blood was the best. How would your blood taste?' " Mario translated, amusement glinting in his fiery eyes hinting on how much he was enjoying every moment of Nick's horrified look.

She asked Jonathan. Jonathan slightly nodded but seems too nervous to even make a simple move. “Yes, Dean. We’re classmate in grade 8 ‘till grade 10.”Jonathan shortly explained. The Dean nodded and continue introducing the other student. “And this is Ms. Dianna Anne Russel,” I lift my face a little bit to look at her, and dang it! She’s a d*mn clown folded in the University uniform. Just too good that she’s still doing good at school despite her dying obsession for make up. “ Mr. Parker and Ms. Russel will be the representative and the only two students chosen from the STEM Strand.”