[centre][img]https://i.imgur.com/tvBPaSw.png[/img][/centre][color=LimeGreen][centre][h1]Orlando[/h1][/centre][/color][hr]

England was a cold place, Orlando had realized in the 6 months he stayed in the quiet port city near the boarding school, and he wasn't referring to the weather, even if it could be a little less foggy for his taste. No, what made England cold was its people. He found it difficult to put it into words, perhaps it was the distance with which they treated strangers or their strange sense of humour,  but they were the complete opposite of your average Brazilian.

Don't get him wrong, his time in Harbour City wasn't bad by any means, he even found a part-time job as a cashier in a small market and earned some pocket money!...  but the monotony of the small city quickly got to him, and there's just so many times you can visit the museum before you start to memorize the script the poorly paid intern they use as a guide repeats every time. But now, having survived 1 week of classes in a highly competitive school full of students with more money than all the families in his old neighbourhood combined, Orlando was sure he could listen to that guide a few more times.

Classes were difficult, and the still hard-to-grasp accent of the teachers didn't make the already high level of the material any easier that's for sure. To be completely honest, Orlando chose to be an Arts student just because, of all the other options, it sounded the easiest, but he didn't expect to be learning about all these strange words like renaissance and baroque. He was sure that he would be dead last in the upcoming test, and wouldn't that be an excellent way to start his school year, he wasn't sure how lenient his scholarship was, but surely that wasn't a good showing at all. He only hoped that the guys in charge of that matter didn't expel him in the first month, wouldn't that be hilarious after all the big talk he made to his family?

At least he already made some acquaintances. It wasn't hard honestly, his exotic looks and place of birth made for good conversation topics, the majority of the rich kids never met someone from South America, never mind being peers with one. Sure, being asked to say this or that word in Portuguese got old really fast really soon, but hey if they had fun with that who was he to judge?  He even offered his services as a city guide for some fellow students, his time spend looking for interesting places in his free time already paying off. The only awkward time he had was that one Icebreaker thing they had. After their... counselor? left, they only managed to introduce themselves before leaving the room to never go back.

His room was ok to his tastes. It had all the necessary things to be called a bedroom, and he had long unpacked the few things he brought from home: some airy shorts, sandals, a poster of Ronaldinho, and a family picture they once took. But once again it lacked that familiar warmth he was accustomed to. No sounds of kids playing in the street, no sound of his mother cooking for dinner, no anything. It was at times like this that he remembered just the tremendous amount of distance between him and his homeland.

At times like that, he liked to practice capoeira. The movements and flows of the martial arts worked wonders to relax him. He felt he could let his body speak for him in ways that his word could never do, and, in a way, connect with his family even if they were an entire ocean of distance away. It was after one of these sessions that he realized someone left a paper under his door, in the shape of a little frog. When he read what was on it, Orlando was puzzled. Who would want to send him such a letter and why? 

Well, it wasn't like he had anything better to do, and if this was some kind of prank he was confident he could get away cleanly. The next day, he once again tried and failed to understand what he was listening to in classes and, after going with some other students to sign in for the football club, clarifying that while he was good, he wasn't as good as Neymar or Vinicius just because he was Brazilian, walked toward the point the map marked.