Thump!
The door of class 4 Atrium was slammed as Rahim entered through it. Standing in front of the class. The class was empty and peaceful. He decided to go the long way around the school since he wants some fresh air. His uniform was drenched with his sweat. He unbuttons his uniform and took it off. Exposing his T-shirt, a black shirt with a logo on it. He laid the uniform on top of the teacher's seat backrest. A chair made out of wool and textile fiber. A comfortable chair yet provided only to the teachers. Rahim sat on the chair, looking at the class. Adorned by white and some blueish color. As he was staring at the hallway, through the window looking at the corridor, a teacher walks past the classroom. Leaving trails of footsteps. Rahim stands up and walks toward the window. He opened it wide. He gawks outside, concerned. He peers at the dormitory. Masses of pupils had accumulated at the dormitory after some 'news' got out. Unknown to what happens next, he walks towards the locker at the rear of the class. Trying to pack up important things if something had happened. He was searching for his locker until his eyes were pinned on someone's locker. A locker that its owner's name inscribed.
'Charle'
"I'll just do it for him too I guess," he thought.
He steps towards Charle's locker. The only blue locker in the class. Furnished with computerized parts. On the side of the locker, attached a lock. A hologram that displays sets of quizzes. Quizzes that will be replaced almost every week. Quizzes that can only be satisfied by someone who knows Charle well.
"Damn you MacGyver," He joked while smirking.
As he touched the hologram panel, a miniature of Charle developed, sitting on a leather couch. A hologram with artificial intelligence imprinted on its motherboard. A mini Charle with the capability to control the locker's lock while wearing a full uniform of the student council supervisor.
"Who are you?" the first question from the miniature Charle.
"An idiot," he responded with an annoyed face.
"Good answer," the hologram smirks."Who do you serve to?" the next question.
"You of course," wearied of the joke and waiting. He took a chair behind him and sat.
"I see..." The hologram brushes his hair as an expression of arrogance. "Last question." -he took a paper plane- "Why are you here?" while pointing the plane towards Rahim.
"Pack up your item for something."
"what something?" the hologram demanded.
"You said that was the last question," Rahim responded sarcastically.
"Very well... Your wish is my command" he threw the paper plane towards Rahim.
As the paper plan nearing him. He swatted it like a fly. The hologram vanished and the door unlocks. He opens the locker door. Exposing what's inside. Charle's locker consists of 3 parts. One for books on the left side, one for stationary on the right side, and one for anything on the top part. Rahim took a bag from the top part. An orange bag decorated with black stripes. Charle fancies tigers when he was little. He treasures anything that has a connection with tigers. Rahim opened the bag and put Charle's book and some other stuff inside it. While he was busied with the books. A figure came into the class. It stares at Rahim then walks towards him. The figure touched Rahim's back.
"WHAT THE FU-"...