[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/dsuL51S.jpg[/img] [color=47f595][h1]Eleazar Nikolavich Diaz-Sapohznik[/h1][/color][/center] [color=47f595]"Where's your sister?"[/color] Eleazar stood in front of his mom, a little unsure about the answer that he had mustered for her question. He was tasked with accompanying his younger sister Alessia to school everyday, as it was, as his mother put it, 'his prime directive'. The pendulum swung thrice before Eleazar broke the rather awkward silence that he and his mother shared in the dining room. [color=47f595]"She…"[/color] Eleazar stammered, scratching the back of his head. [color=47f595]"Uh… left before I finished preparing my stuff…"[/color] [color=47f595]"Oh, that girl…"[/color] Felicita shook her head in annoyance. [color=47f595]"She's as impatient as ever, no? She wouldn't even wait for you to come along with her to school… aren't your classes at the same time?"[/color] [color=47f595]"Actually, there's something else."[/color] Eleazar put on his signature black jacket from the coat hanger near the door before picking up his cane. [color=47f595]"We're merging with another school that closed down for some reason today. Liberty High, I think. They're rich kids, mostly."[/color] [color=47f595]"Now that's odd."[/color] Felicita nodded slowly. [color=47f595]"Okay. Do you have your lunch with you? How about your phone?"[/color] Eleazar pulled out his lunchbox from the bag, shaking it in front of her. [color=47f595]"I have everything, mom."[/color] [color=47f595]"Alright. Go say goodbye to your dad."[/color] Eleazar nodded and quickly sprinted towards the bakery, which was a family business that had sustained them for the last twenty years. His father was the one running it, and he worked along with one assistant. Not enough was usually earned every day to pay a bunch of employees, so he usually had one or two teens working part time jobs. Their jobs were quite basic; put the bread in the bags, take the payments, give the change. The lives of this family were not glamorous, but they were not dirt poor either. They were somewhere in between. [color=47f595]"Dad, I'm going now."[/color] Eleazar said as he walked near the ovens where the bread was being formed from dough and yeast and whatever toppings/fillings they wanted. His dad, who had taken to being called Nicholas after all of his years in America, turned from his work and handed him a paper bag filled with [i]conchas[/i]. [color=47f595]"Alright sonny, take care. Your sister had gotten ahead of you half an hour ago…"[/color] [color=47f595]"Okay dad."[/color] Eleazar then sat on the driver's seat of his electric tricycle, which was a quaint little thing that was clearly suitable for getting around in short distances, like the metres that he had to cover from home to school. Alessia was probably already there anyway… [hr] After chaining up his electric tricycle on the parking lot, Eleazar quickly got in. There were noticeably more people in here, as the merging had begun. He imagined that quite a number of Rosefell students didn't like that these bourgesie Liberty High-ers were coming in here… but, if anything, if he was able to befriend a few, he'd get buddies that were rich… which was a win-win in any scenario. They'd get a homie as sweet as a cake, and his pizza cravings would be readily satisfied. Either way, he found himself walking towards a table, filled with stickers with 'Hi, my name is' followed by a blank. It was another of these events, it seems. He would just put one on with his name written on it. Eleazar walked with a noticeable limp, as his left leg had been injured a year or so back in a football match. It wouldn't be long before he found a familiar face, as he saw Cael Crawford along with Spike and a boy he did not recognize. Probably one of the newcomers. Speeding up a little, he would walk up to them with a more or less sober expression. He did, however, lighten up when he got close to Cael, as he just hugged him from behind and used his shoulder as a chin rest. Typical demeanour from him to a friend. Eleazar did remember the time when Cael had fallen for him… but that was a long time ago. Right now, he was a friend. [color=47f595]"Well, well, well, look at who the egregious tides of time and circumstance had brought into this... humble institution."[/color] He extended a hand to Christian, though not before taking his glove off. [color=47f595]"Eleazar Nikolavich, at your service. I assume you're one of the newcomers from the… uh… what was it again… Liberty, right. Liberty High."[/color] His memory was a little spotty; he had little sleep last night due to playing Dungeons and Dragons with his… international friends. [color=47f595]"You lot are welcome in this place, I guarantee that you will have a lot of fun here. And make new… um… friends. And stuff. You know what I mean… hehe. Heh."[/color] At that moment, he just pulled out a Concha and began munching on it. [color=47f595]"Just ask... us if you have questions. And stuff."[/color] Awkward…