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"Beep! Beep! Beep! Be-"

Nathan nearly jumped out of his bed as his phone buzzed on, regrettably informing him to get up and face school today. Though, it didn't stop him from laying there and recalling the previous days events. If memory served him right, the Faoiláin's had invited him to essentially spend the carnival day with him, even if it went against his better judgement. Not to say that he didn't like their company, but more so he felt he kept embarrassing himself in front of them. Lilliputian things such as silence or having parts of a conversation be missed due to the Faoiláins speaking Irish occasionally. And, while there was a glimmer of happiness hidden in the memories, it was overshadowed by Nathan and how he overthought things. Not only that, but the carnival got hazy once they did bumper cars... Regardless, he does remember that he bid them both farewell and went to the community center, spending the rest of the day working out and relaxing in the pool until he was forced to leave once more. He remembered the hesitation as he opened the door, revealing his father passed out drunk on the living room couch, booze still in hand with his body facing a blank screen. As pitiful as the scene was to Nathan, it only made him let out a small sigh of relief as he hastily made his way up the stairs. No confrontation that night. In his room was his schedule placed on his computer's desk, most likely by his mom. He remembered giving a faint smile, feeling that at least one person accepted him, only for it to disappear when he realized she had already abandoned him to his father's harassment. And while he was glad that it wasn't as bad as it could be... it didn't help him that it was still a nightmare at home.

And now, as he reopened his eyes and snapped out of his trance-like state, he wondered how school would go today. Once more peering out his window in the morning, another sigh of relief was made that his father was gone. It had become a routine around the house, at least for Nathaniel. He made sure to have a semblance of a plan in his head to avoid contact with his father recently, and as he turned on the shower and waited for that brief moment for it to turn warm, his mind wandered into what he would do after school. He was going to wear shorts underneath his sweatpants, he knew that much, but he wondered if he should spend the time solely swimming or if he should do what he did yesterday and work out as well? He eventually settled with how he'd let his future self decide, for now... it was time to get ready.

Upon completion of his shower, and by extension putting on his outfit for the day, he looked in the mirror with his regular expression, which he found odd was a slight smirk. He never really felt he'd be the type to smirk, yet there he was, doing so without even trying. Just like how, after what felt like a long walk to school, he sat in the closest chair next to the door. Not because he liked that area, but more so because he could escape faster and head towards his next class.

Speaking of class, he wasn't sure what to make of the teacher so far. She seemed cheery enough, not a strict teacher like he'd had in the past. And, while he wasn't exactly sure what to put on his folded paper, he eventually decided to draw water around his name, almost like it were drifting endlessly in the ocean. Though, he added simple clouds on the top instead of a sun. Following her next step, he did a simple tear right down the middle on the second paper, and unfortunately he zoned out at her explanation at what it meant, only to come back into the conversation upon hearing they'd be playing a game that was essentially two truths and a lie.

And he was chosen to go first. His eyes widened in shock at the prospect that he had been chosen out of everyone else... The one person who didn't want to speak in front of the class. Nathaniel hated getting up in front of a large group of individuals, especially those who he'd be spending the rest of his high school years in a homeroom with. And as much as he wanted to just sit there, acting like nothing had happened and that he simply misheard, he silently sighed to himself as he stood up and walked to the front of the class.

His heart was pounding as he stared at the other students, unsure of what to say and how they'd respond. He didn't want to reveal anything that would potentially make him feel more like less of a person, and after several, short, agonizing moments, he took a deep breath and started to say [color=9966CC]"Uh... Let's see... I like to swim, I guess, I'm not much for singing, and... um... I got to live in Japan for a while thanks to my Dad."[/color] 
And while he stumbled slightly due to being nervous, he did make sure that he gave a lie in there, that which was how he wasn't much of a singer. While it was true that he didn't like to admit it, he had noted to have a pretty decent voice when it came to musical standards. He also didn't appear to be that nervous, as he was trying to his best to stay calm and just wait for someone to guess the lie, hoping that it would be over with.