The Sandbox. That's the name of the school I'll be attending for high school and university. Well, at least it's advertised that way. In reality, all of that content would be taught within a span of 4 years. High school for "freshman" and "sophomore" years, and university for "junior" and "senior" years.
Owned and operated by Vendettical LLC, this private school is a part of a new, avant garde style of education. It's being implemented in international locations, including Monaco, South Korea, Panama, Singapore, Dubai, and the United States. University education is outsourced to other branches of the school if the branch a student is currently in is unable to provide it. People can graduate with degrees and are able to do a lot of networking while they're at it.
Apparently a bunch of angel investors gave Vendettical a crap ton of money, and that's why I'm going to this school. I got in for free by staff recommendation, so my parents forced me to go, but I digress.
I couldn't get a ride because apparently I had to "build up endurance." Driving the Nissan to school without my parents or the cops noticing would be too much trouble. I opted to ride my bike to school instead.
I put on the uniform shipped by the school. Apparently, that would be the only thing I needed for my stay at that boarding school. The uniform consisted of a white dress shirt, a black blazer with a peaked lapel, a black tie, and black dress pants.
After finishing an omelette and a glass of milk, I unchained my bike and walked it away from the Honda on the driveway. I strapped on my helmet, and started riding towards the school. The route was simple; I just had to go west from the center of the city, and then go north a few blocks to the first bridge.
I rode past the small middle-class mansions in my neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. On one side were mountains with shapes from a fantasy novel; on the other side was the grand ocean, waves, seagulls and all. Numerous palm trees and lush grass lined the sides of the local road that followed the contours of the pink sand beach. As I progressed towards the center of the city, houses grew into high rises, and wood turned to glass. Numerous sleek street lights illuminated the dim roads at dawn, and would continue to do so until the pink sunrise's golden sun would wax into a sunny and clear sky. The light and unpredictable sea breeze helped the smell of ocean water waft through the air.
By the monorail stations, large throngs of people formed, most of them tapping away on their phones or listening to something with their headphones on. I spotted a few people with the uniform I was wearing. One of them is enjoying a croissant. Another one is sipping milk tea from an upper-bourgeoisie coffee shop. Modern Mercedes and BMWs cruise past me, with the occasional Bentley or Land Rover.
I see a girl in the school's uniform jaywalking to get to her friends. A black limousine swerved out of her way. I found out after I woke up that it hit me and rendered me unconscious.