CHAPTER 27 — THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL FOR A LEGEND
The sun rose gently over São Paulo as the Azevedo mansion buzzed with excitement. Today was a milestone—not because Árman needed school or education, but because the world expected a child his age to attend school.
For him, it was another stage.
Another setting.
Another way to blend in.
And he wouldn't be going alone.
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THE DUARTE COUSINS
Isabella Duarte Azevedo had three siblings, each with one child close to Árman's age.
All three cousins lived across the street in the Duarte mansion.
All were between 6 and 7 years old, perfectly fitting your requirement.
1. Lorenzo Duarte – Age 7
(Son of Isabella's older brother, Rafael Duarte)
Wavy black hair
Deep brown eyes
Extroverted, loud, protective
Obsessed with football
Thinks Árman is "some kind of little prince dropped from heaven"
Already tells his friends, "Messi who? My cousin will destroy everyone."
2. Emilia Duarte – Age 6
(Daughter of Isabella's sister, Adriana Duarte)
Straight honey-brown hair
Soft hazel eyes
Very smart, top of her age group
Calm but extremely protective of Árman
Gets angry when strangers stare too much
Already memorized his modeling schedule
3. Thiago Duarte – Age 7
(Son of Isabella's younger brother, Dr. Marcos Duarte)
Curly chestnut hair
Light brown eyes
Shy, artistic, draws constantly
Loves drawing Árman
Says things like, "He doesn't look human… he looks like a movie angel."
These three cousins grew up with him, played with him, protected him, and treated him like their own.
They didn't know what he truly was, but they felt he was something extraordinary.
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THE SCHOOL OUTFIT — PERFECTION IN MINIATURE
Árman wore the same uniform as everyone else…
but custom-tailored by a luxury kid's designer after Dior requested it.
Flawlessly fitted shirt.
Navy shorts.
White sneakers.
Silky snow-white hair flowing softly.
Golden eyes glowing even in the morning light.
When he stepped out of his room—
Both families, Azevedo and Duarte, froze in the living room.
"Meu Deus…" Helena whispered.
"He's… breathtaking."
Even his father, who saw him daily
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THE DRIVE TO SCHOOL
All three cousins sat around him in the back seat:
Lorenzo: "Bro, I swear if any kid bothers you, I'll handle it."
Emilia: "No one will bother him. They'll just faint."
Thiago: "I brought my sketchbook… I'm drawing you during recess."
Árman smiled softly.
"I'll be fine."
They stared at him, unconvinced.
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ARRIVING AT THE SCHOOL — INSTANT CHAOS
The school courtyard erupted the moment he stepped out.
Teachers froze.
Parents gasped.
Kids stopped running.
Some literally tripped.
Because standing there was a 6-year-old who broke every rule of normal appearance.
His golden eyes reflected morning sunlight.
His hair shone like actual silk.
His skin glowed softly without makeup.
Even his posture was elegant.
Whispers spread like wildfire:
"That's him."
"The Instagram kid!"
"The angel boy!"
"He looks unreal…"
"He's so beautiful I want to cry."
"His photo had 10 million likes!"
"Is he a movie star?!"
Teachers exchanged hopeless glances.
"Lord help us."
"How do we teach with a Greek statue walking around?"
"Is he wearing… Dior?"
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THE CLASSROOM
Miss Elena stood frozen at the door.
He bowed politely.
"Good morning, Miss."
Her soul left her body for a second.
"W-welcome to first grade, sweetheart…"
Lorenzo leaned toward Emilia.
"She's already gone."
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RECESS — THE WORLD COLLAPSES
The moment he stepped into the playground:
Everyone stared.
EVERYONE.
Even kids three grades above him stared like witnessing a miracle.
Phones came out.
Pictures snapped.
Lorenzo blocked them with his arms.
"NO PHOTOS!"
Emilia pulled Árman closer.
"Back up! He needs space!"
Thiago, red-faced, yelled,
"He's a person! Not a painting!"
But Árman raised his hand slightly.
"It's okay."
The crowd froze.
His voice was soft. Heavenly.
Like he calmed the air itself.
Kids asked shyly:
"Are you really a model?"
"Is your hair real?"
"You're so pretty it hurts."
"Are you famous?"
"Yes, yes, yes," he answered softly, "and… I'm just me."
Even the older kids melted.
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AFTER SCHOOL — THE INDUSTRY EXPLODES AGAIN
When they returned home, his father checked his email.
Four new offers had arrived:
Dior Kids (asking for another exclusive shoot)
Burberry (renewed request)
Gucci Kids (special global holiday campaign)
Versace Young (offering highest pay yet)
His mother sighed.
"This is getting out of hand."
Árman simply said:
"I'll choose based on style, not money."
His father nearly choked.
This boy was six going on CEO.
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