Som sommeren trak sig tilbage, var København fyldt med liv.

As summer receded, København was filled with life.

Olbydelen vrimlede med folk, der gik langs de brostensbelagte gader.

The Olbydelen district teemed with people walking along the cobbled streets.

Gamle bygninger knejsede majestætisk, mens duften af nybrygget kaffe svævede ud fra de små cafeer.

Old buildings stood majestically, while the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the small cafes.

Midt i denne travlhed stod Mikkel ved porten til sin nye internationale skole.

Amidst this hustle and bustle, Mikkel stood at the gate of his new international school.

Mikkel kiggede nervøst rundt.

Mikkel looked around nervously.

Han havde altid været stille og indadvendt.

He had always been quiet and introverted.

Ved siden af ham stod Astrid, en lyshåret pige med et stort smil og en smittende energi.

Next to him stood Astrid, a blonde girl with a big smile and infectious energy.

Astrid elskede at snakke og hjælpede til, hvor hun kunne.

Astrid loved to talk and helped wherever she could.

Hun drejede sig mod Mikkel.

She turned to Mikkel.

"Er det din første dag her også?"

"Is it your first day here too?"

spurgte hun med munter stemme.

she asked in a cheerful voice.

Mikkel nikkede kort og så ned i jorden.

Mikkel nodded briefly and looked down at the ground.

Ikke langt derfra stod Freja.

Not far away stood Freja.

Hendes hænder var fyldt med farverige brochurer.

Her hands were filled with colorful brochures.

Hendes øjne skinnede bag brillerne, da hun betragtede den gamle arkitektur.

Her eyes shone behind her glasses as she observed the old architecture.

Freja elskede kunst og søgte altid ny inspiration.

Freja loved art and was always seeking new inspiration.

Da klokken ringede, og elever bevægede sig ind gennem de gamle døre, følte Mikkel, at håbet blussede op i ham.

When the bell rang and students moved through the old doors, Mikkel felt hope flare up inside him.

Han ønskede sig at passe ind og finde rigtige venner.

He wished to fit in and find real friends.

Men skolen var stor, og folk virkede så selvsikre.

But the school was big, and people seemed so confident.

I kantinen sad han alene, mens Astrid hurtigt fik følgeskab.

In the cafeteria, he sat alone while Astrid quickly found company.

Hun vinkede over til Mikkel.

She waved over to Mikkel.

"Kom her, vi skal starte en klub!"

"Come here, we're starting a club!"

råbte hun.

she shouted.

Mikkel tøvede, men gik hen til dem.

Mikkel hesitated but walked over to them.

Freja kiggede op.

Freja looked up.

"Astrid og jeg starter en kunst- og kulturklub.

"Astrid and I are starting an art and culture club.

Vil du være med?"

Do you want to join?"

spurgte hun.

she asked.

Mikkel tøvede igen, hans hjerte hammerede.

Mikkel hesitated again, his heart pounding.

Men han vidste, at dette kunne være muligheden for at komme ud af skallen.

But he knew this could be the opportunity to come out of his shell.

"Ja, det lyder spændende," svarede han stille.

"Yes, that sounds exciting," he replied quietly.

Den første klubmøde blev afholdt i en lysfyldt klasseværelse med et panoramavindue mod gaden.

The first club meeting was held in a light-filled classroom with a panoramic window facing the street.

Astrid ledte an, mens Freja delte sine kunstprojekter.

Astrid took the lead while Freja shared her art projects.

Da der blev spurgt efter nye ideer, tog Mikkel mod til sig.

When new ideas were solicited, Mikkel summoned the courage.

Han delte sin kærlighed til fotografi.

He shared his love for photography.

Klubbens medlemmer lyttede opmærksomt.

The club's members listened attentively.

Astrid klappede begejstret.

Astrid clapped enthusiastically.

"Det er fantastisk, Mikkel!

"That's fantastic, Mikkel!

Måske kan du lede en fotografi workshop?"

Maybe you could lead a photography workshop?"

sagde hun.

she said.

Freja nikkede.

Freja nodded.

"Ja, det kunne være sjovt!"

"Yes, that could be fun!"

Mikkel følte en varme sprede sig i kroppen.

Mikkel felt warmth spreading through his body.

For første gang følte han sig accepteret.

For the first time, he felt accepted.

Efter mødet gik han ud sammen med Astrid og Freja.

After the meeting, he went out together with Astrid and Freja.

Gaderne i Olbydelen summede stadig af liv, men denne gang følte Mikkel, at han gik der sammen med venner.

The streets of Olbydelen still buzzed with life, but this time Mikkel felt he was walking there with friends.

Ved dagens ende havde Mikkel fundet en del af den tilhørsforhold, han havde søgt.

By the end of the day, Mikkel had found some of the belonging he had been seeking.

Han vidste, at selvom han stadig var genert, var der nu mennesker, der så hans styrker.

He knew that, although he was still shy, there were now people who saw his strengths.

Som sommerdagene blev færre, åbnede Mikkel sig mere og mere.

As the summer days grew fewer, Mikkel opened up more and more.

Han var ikke længere bange for sine medelevers stærke personligheder.

He was no longer afraid of his classmates' strong personalities.

Han vidste, at hans egen stil også kunne bringe noget unikt til verden.

He knew that his own style could also bring something unique to the world.