Ellie Green
I looked around my new room gloomily. It was quite spacious, had a single bed and an attached washroom. This was the room I was going to be spending the next three years of my life in. And right now it was so clean that it made my heartache.
Of course, it was clean. After all, I hadn't even unpacked anything yet!
The unopened cardboard boxes were littered around the whole floor. Making the journey to and fro from the entrance door to the washroom an obstacle course. I had already managed to trip countless times cause of them.
But it couldn't be helped. It was because I had spent the whole afternoon yesterday arranging someone else's room. Even now I didn't have any time and had to leave my room in this state, while I head towards the school.
Oh, how horrendous would it be to have to come back and arrange my room after completing my first day in school?
But then again, It couldn't be helped!
This was just the beginning of the reign of tranny of Miss. Mysa. And I am the first one to be facing the brunt of it.
"Are you not done yet?"
That shout jolted me out of the moment of my self-pity and I hurried over to respond to the summons. But not without tripping on one cardboard box first.
I swallowed a mouthful of air to hold back my tears, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and was out of the apartment in no time. And then standing across from was Miss Mysa, locking her door with intense focus.
After she was done with it she turned to me and gave a small nod. Was it a nod of approval at my timely arrival or just a greeting, I will never know.
But it was a relief that she was not angry.
I bowed back politely and then got a bit confused after seeing that Miss Mysa had exited her apartment empty-handed.
"Uhm... Miss Mysa, Where is your bag?" I asked.
"Why would I carry a bag?" Miss Mysa answered back. She was so confident of her answer that she started eyeing my bag in puzzlement.
"For the books. You know, like, my bag has books and a water bottle and a lunch." I answered back sincerely.
Well, I have heard that you can get food from the mess. But I wanted to save up on as much of my expenses as possible. For that purpose, I had even learned to cook before coming here. Although the lunch in my backpack wasn't something I had cooked. I, unfortunately, didn't get any time to buy any ingredients yesterday leading me to be unable to make my meal....
Fortunately, though, I also didn't get any time to eat the food my mummy had prepared for me yesterday. So all I had to was heat it up in the morning, and then I was good to go!
But what Miss Mysa said next absolutely crushed any positive thoughts inside of me.
"I don't know anything about the class so I didn't buy the books. Well, it's a good thing that you have them. Just give those to me in the class and then you can get something else."
For a moment, I forgot to breathe. I stood stunned, unable to respond until Miss Mysa noticed me and turned back to stare at me.
"Is there a problem?" Miss Mysa innocently asked a question to which I could only respond one way.
"No.Not all." I answered as I looked down upon my feet.
"It's a good thing you are right next door to me." Miss Mysa nodded as she started walking again.
My tears almost rolled over my cheeks. It wasn't a coincidence that my room was next to Miss Mysa. Miss Mysa had casually talked to the teacher responsible for assigning the rooms. And as a result of that, it was then decided that my room was from here on going to be the one next to Miss Mysa's room.
Even though I had already been assigned to another room!
In Fact, I had to carry all my stuff from my previous room to my new one late at night after I had finished arranging Miss Mysa's room.
For now, though, I wasn't allowed to voice out any of my complaints and quietly followed behind Miss Mysa. In Sectarian High there were separate girl's hostels and boy's hostels. I didn't know much about the boy's Hostel but here in the girl's hostel, there were separate wings for the First-Year, Second-Year and the Third-Year.
And since every first-year had seen Miss Mysa yesterday, we were constantly greeted politely as we made our way over to the school building. Miss Mysa didn't even bother responding to any of them but I always bowed back in response. After all, Miss Mysa was someone who could treat anyone like air, but I couldn't afford to act like that.
We soon made our way to the square-shaped school building. Its four sides were designated for the four different year groups of students. We passed by the gate and made our way over to the left side where the first-year classes were held. By the way, there was a big open ground in the middle of the school building where I could see some students exercising. It was quite the active sight in the early morning.
And then, when we finally reached the first-year class-A, all the noises around us suddenly seized. Although back when we were in the hall, I could hear various noises coming from the class. But as soon as we entered, everything fell silent. The reason for that was standing in front of me.
Miss Mysa looked over the classroom and everywhere her gaze fell, I could see students tensing up. There were the students she had fought with the other day. I saw Zake uncharacteristically sitting quietly in his seat, but I was familiar enough with him to see a burning rebellious glint in his eyes.
Oh, I wish he doesn't do anything stupid.
There were also the two other people Miss Mysa had fought with yesterday. There was the bulky guy, I think his name was Juan, who was sitting straight as an arrow at his desk. Not even looking at Miss Mysa, just looking straight ahead. And there was also the bespectacled boy who lightly smiled as Miss Mysa looked over at him.
He seemed the most courteous of the lot, Kenny, was his name if I recalled correctly.
Thankfully nothing happened as Miss Mysa just quietly made her way to the back of the class. Knowing that I had to give her my books in the class, I followed behind.
"Good Morning, Class." Miss Ferreti entered the class soon afterward, looking quite pleased.
"Hmmm, it looks like we have a good batch this year. I didn't hear any sound in the hall, and even now, the classroom is so quiet. You all are such a polite civilized bunch, unlike the batch before!" Miss Ferreti positively gushed over the class.
A few pained smiles flashed here and there, as some eyes darted back to the person sitting beside me. Everyone in the class knew that it wasn't out of politeness that they were quiet. They were all just stifled by the presence of the furious Miss Mysa, fearing what unexpected actions she might take next.
Completely oblivious to the tense air around the students, Miss Ferreti turned towards the blackboard and wrote, 'Mana Arts' in big bold letters from the white chalk.
At one, I rummaged through my bags, like the other students, and took out my Mana Arts book and an empty notebook and pouch with pen, pencil, and eraser.......which I swiftly passed over to Miss Mysa when she gave me an inquisitive look.
Thankfully I had many other empty notebooks so it wasn't a problem AT ALL! Plus, Even if Miss Mysa took the pen, I can still write with the pencil! That would be mighty fine!.............unless Miss Mysa also took the pencil.
But, no no no, there is no reason for Miss Mysa to take the pencil. She can just take the pen, and then she will return the pouch to me and I can take the unused pencil......... She will return the pouch to me, right?
"Here." In my moment of doubt, Miss Mysa's voice shook me away. I looked over to see that, not only had my pouch been returned to me, Miss Mysa hadn't taken the book to herself. The book sat in the middle of the table, indicating clearly that it was meant to be shared between both of us. Before I could react much to this unexpected act of kindness, Miss Ferreti started the class.
"Now give this heading in the second page of your notebook, leave the first page for the index, and open page number 4." Miss Ferreti spoke in a loud and clear voice, and the sounds of pages being flipped over resounded the class. My hands also tentatively reached for my book in the middle of our desk and flipped open the pages.
And with that, my first ever class in Sectarian High began. With Miss Mysa peeking over my book besides me. The first to the many that were to come.