All around is white. The alarm clock on the table hasn't rung yet. It's six fifteen. In another ten minutes, Mom will come in. Thomas stared at the light bulb on the ceiling, like a transparent egg hanging directly above his head.
Mom walked into the room, holding an iron tray with a stethoscope and a syringe on it. The icy touch of the stethoscope made Thomas shiver. His arm gradually became numb, but his mind became clearer and clearer. He knew that the day had begun.
Here live more than twenty companions of similar ages. A large house with red bricks, black tiles and several roofs pointing into the sky. The yard is empty. Sea breeze passes by with no obstruction, howling softly or loudly. The food is at the other end of the yard. The chimney in the sea breeze seems to have no smoke. The companions line up and walk over. Allen and Sally look at Thomas and nod to greet him. They are a pair of brother and sister. Sally can't speak. As the elder brother, Allen undertakes the task of communicating with the outside. Allen and Sally have had a rough life. Their father with manic disorder let the children witness the death of their mother, and he was also shot dead at the moment of losing his wife. Looking at Sally who didn't speak and pulled her brother's hand, Thomas handed her a piece of candy. That is the welfare they all look forward to for a week. Once Allen asked Thomas where he was from. Thomas pointed to the house. Here. He has been here since he had memory.
The yard is not noisy. Everyone is doing their own things. Wake up, eat, have classes, and sleep. Day after day, there is no need for too much talking.
Everyone learns different contents and studies their own courses in the same huge room separated by glasses. The observers say that here, everyone does what they are most talented at. Allen's day is spent in fighting. He is very good at it. With dexterous attacks and dodges, he is like a monkey jumping up and down in a jungle. Many times, the people in charge of training him are knocked to the ground, which make Allen very proud of himself. They have been assigned learning contents since the beginning. The observers guide on the side, and the numbers on the instrument change with the learning performance. After classes, the three companions' favorite spot is the cliff outside. With their legs dangling on the edge of the cliff, looking at the sea and facing the sea breeze. Allen likes to be in a daze and likes to paint. He is extremely confident in his paintings. He once painted the other side of the sea, a field. On the lush green grassland, there are small white and yellow flowers dotted everywhere. It is the most beautiful scene in his memory.