Intro. It was the first day of school. The corridors of the boarding school smelled of old paint and cheap disinfectant. The echo of the shoes echoed through the gray walls, all identical, all cold.
Bill walked close to the wall, dragging his suitcase across the floor. He had long hair for a child and a lost look. Beside him, his twin brother Tom was kicking pebbles, without giving much importance to anything.
In the common room, among a bunch of screaming and running kids, there was someone who didn't fit in with the rest. René, the new one, was sitting in a corner in a simple light blue dress, white socks and clean shoes. He wore a headband that showed his face well. Her hands rested delicately on her knees and her lips, barely painted in a natural tone, stood out against her fair skin. He was only eleven years old, but his way of being—straight, confident, as if he were unaffected by looks—made him stand out more than the hustle and bustle around him.