The moment Alina finished handing out all the papers to the babies, chaos followed naturally.
Vlad Jr. lifted his pen with the dignity of a prince unveiling a royal decree. "My father gifted me a royal pen," he announced solemnly, his chin tilted up just enough to be dramatic. The pen itself gleamed faintly, far too elegant for a child's desk. "With this pen, I will definitely top the class." His red eyes shone with fierce determination, because his father rarely gifted him anything personally, and that alone made the pen feel like a sacred artifact of destiny.
Boo floated halfway out of his seat, deeply offended by the lack of attention on himself. "I got pen too!!!" he declared loudly, shoving his stationery into the air. "Look, look! Blue pen! And pencil!" He puffed out his chest. "My elder gifted them to me and said, 'Rise the ghost glory!'" Boo gasped at his own words as if reliving the moment. "So obviously, Boo is now very important."
