Aitor straightened his uniform one last time, before stepping into his first class of the day; food tech. He was quite the talented chef, thanks to years of helping his head chef father in the kitchen, and now they had moved to Jackson City, Aitor's father finally had his own restaurant. It specialised in all things Spanish, and his porrusalda was soon to be the talk of the town, Aitor knew it.
Aitor could only hope that his...Issues, if they could be called that, wouldn't act up on his first day.
He sauntered into the classroom, to be greeted by Miss Eri, his new teacher for the class. She motioned for him to come and stand up near the whiteboard.
"Everyone, today, we have a new student joining us," the teacher began, "Can you tell us your name?"
Aitor swallowed. "Aitor," he shuddered violently, before continuing, "A-Aitor, Bolibar Garcia--"
"Garcia?! That's Spanish!" someone blurted out, earning a stern word from the teacher.
"Yes, well, I am Spanish," Aitor continued, "From Basque country, to be exact--"
"Where in Mexico is that?" someone else blurted out.
The boy shook his head. "No, no, I'm Spanish. I'm from Spain, not Mexico," he continued, "Different country, different culture. And before you ask, no, I don't eat paella every day, I don't participate in bullfighting, and I don't--Biscuit, BISCUIT! DON'T BUY IT, THERE'S A GHOST!"
The whole class, including the teacher, fell silent at Aitor's outburst.
After several seconds of silence, Aitor finally said, "I also have Tourettes'. I sometimes say crazy things that I can't control...I don't swear, though."