Arata made his way, from his seat, up to the front. He shifted slightly, due to nerves, before he made his address to the class. "Genjo Arata, pleasure to meet you all."
He bowed his head slightly, trying to hide his nerves. "I don't know any of you, but I do hope we get along this year. I'm nearly seventeen."
He stumbled over his words, quickly adding his age at the end, nearly having forgotten it.
He made his way back to his desk, by the window. He sat down and breathed out, it wasn't his turn anymore.