The teacher leads me into the classroom and stands me in the centre of the room in front of the whole class. I look around nervously at the other students and see that most of them are wearing dark, loose fitting shorts or skirts and pale or neutral coloured shirts; a contrast to my bright pink t-shirt and tight fitting pink shorts that hug my form and show off my bubble butt to the best effect.
"Alright class, settle down, I have a special announcement to make." Mr. O'brien says as he pats my shoulder. "This is ${character name} and he's moving up from Year 4 to Year 6 and joining our class."
That caused the rest of the students to lift their heads up and pay attention to me. After all, while uncommon, it's not unheard of for a child to move up a year group if they're smart enough, but to move up two year groups is something really rare. They must think I'm some sort of genius.
"How old are you?" One of the boys in the back blurts out, making me flush slightly in embarrassment.
"I'm... I just turned eight last month." I answer, flustered.
"Alright class, let ${character name} find his seat. You can ask him more questions in your own time. But now, it's on with our lesson." Mr. O'brien says.
Following the teacher's instructions, I take a seat in around the middle of the class.