After Aksel's first week of school, he had already begun to realise that this was going to be difficult. It really didn't compare to how Beckham taught him English words at home, with plenty of patience and time, and no real stakes except getting a kiss when he nailed the pronounciation of a word. School was really not like that. He didn't want the teacher here to kiss him, of course. The sheer number of students was what made it the hardest. Aksel was shy, and didn't want to call attention to himself. In a class of twenty-five, he didn't want to stand out. Hopefully in time he would make friends here, but for now, all twenty-five of them merely greeted each other with hellos and shy nods, and that was the bulk of the engineer's interaction with other people for the day, unless he was asked to speak in class, which was so much worse. He just froze, while everyone looked at him expectingly.
Today had been such a day. Numbers and colours had been easy: Danish and English were similar for those words. Nationalities were also not too different, but Aksel had still confused them, and countries had been really rough.
At least the day was over. He folded his homework assignement - a sheet with pictures of flags on it- and shoved it in his messenger bag. He nodded to the students who sat around him, Crina, Fabian, Ibrahim, Dalisay, Samir, Kamal and Javiera. For the past week they'd sat next to one another. With any luck, these would be his first friends in England. Maybe they'd even talk to each other some day! Ha.
Slinging his messenger bag across his shoulder, Aksel left the class and exited the school.
All that I needed, I never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
All of my endings are waiting to begin