Gideon Anecdote: View from the Hill
01 | Morning
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Dear whoever,
It’s spring and unlike the magazines which portray this season filled with cherry blossoms, powdery pink and with a light breeze, the quaint little town I’ve been brought to doesn’t. It’s dull with rustic roofs and gates all over. The trees were still in the process of flowering once more with the buds in sight.
It’s my first day of school. Actual school. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to run along and do something by myself. I’m always burdened with the duty I inherited from my parents that I can’t do anything by myself. But today, I managed to convince Theresa, the driver, to drop me off infront of the gates only and not chaperone me like she usually does. Which is a win in my book! She has a soft spot for me after all.
Tightly, I clutched onto the large file in my hand, with my backpack and uniform worn properly. My weak heart felt like it was ready to burst from the anticipation as I tried to calmly walk towards the main building of the school to find the main office.
It was a single floor so it shouldn’t be that bad.
Surprisingly, it lacked a lot of chatter. Nobody was gossiping loudly while going to school as expected. There was nobody in sight. Perhaps they already were in class?
The girl unsure of where to go, wandered the halls. Some parts of the wooden floor were broken and marked brightly with red tape, and some of the classrooms were wide open, yet when she passed by, they were filled with empty and dusty tables and chairs. This was the case for multiple rooms much to her shock.
Did they lie again? She couldn’t find a trace of someone speaking, not even the sound of pencils, pens, and chalk scratching equations or sentences. Her heart rate rose even more at the situation. They lied. How could they lie again? She could feel her stomach twist at the realisation. They lied. This wasn’t a school. This was a long abandoned school they had bought to transform into a warehouse first. Or maybe it’d become a new clinic while she was forced to recover from her illness this time.
Dejectedly, she went back outside but didn’t see Theresa or a car waiting for her. The whole situation made her uneasy. Was this a lesson? Calm down, calm down, she tried to utter to herself. To ease her poor heart, crouching down to conserve her energy.
In the distance, the feint sound of metal scratching, and screeching lightly entered her ear. Mixed in with laboured breathes and mutters, she got curious before she craned her head and--“W-woah! Don’t get run over!”-- the sudden shift to breaking caused her to clumsily move out of the path just in the nick of time.
Unfortunately, the guy tumbled out of his seat and hissed on the ground before slowly standing back up to his knees.
“Are you alright?” He sheepishly asked her much to her shock.
“I should be asking you that! You fell!”
“Says the one who’s just loitering infront of school before it’s even opened!”
“Doesn’t school start at 6 o’clock?”
“No it doesn’t!”
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So apparently I was too early to my first day of school.
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I've been busy so yuhhh.
