LOGINUh, okay. Then I'll start unpacking my stuff."
"I'll help you with the suitcases," she said willingly and smiled at me a little uncertainly.
Together with June we went back to the entrance where my suitcases were still standing. Each took two suitcases, which we placed in the bedroom in front of the wardrobe. The wardrobe was white, plain and almost invisible because it had been sunk into the wall.
“What do you have in there? Stones? Why do you need four suitcases anyway? ", My new roommate asked me blankly.
"I just want to be armed against everything."
I opened the cabinet door and put my suitcases in it. Finished. Unpacking was so quick for me. I pulled a few books out of my suitcase and put them on the bookshelf above my bed. Basically I only read Schnulzen and science fiction, preferably the really old tomes. Well worn and dusty, that's how I liked them best. That I really read books in my spare time, and not just the usual Twilight kitsch, didn't really suit me at all. By the way, I have nothing against Twilight, the plot and romance in it is just pretty monotonous, as is the acting.
Next, I took out my bedding and made my bed. White flannel. Cuddly, soft and warm. Maybe I should do some advertising for bed linen? Maybe those were my hidden talents: advertising.
After that I was done in my opinion. I checked the clock at 4:40 p.m.
"Okay. I'll get on my socks now. Where's the directorate again?" I asked June, who was staring at an indefinite point on the wall with extreme concentration. Was she dreaming?
"Hm? Oh, well, that's in the school building. If you go in then immediately to the right. You can't really miss it," she said and chewed her lower lip again.
So I quickly grabbed my vest and went out into the fresh autumn air and headed for the school building.
Less than minutes later I was inside and knocked on the door, on which there was a large sign that read "Directorate". So June had been right, you couldn't really miss it.
"Come on in, Apryl," came a friendly voice on the other side of the door. I didn't even wonder how he knew I was at the door.
The door creaked open and I stepped inside. The room was comfortably furnished, but maybe a tad too old-fashioned for my taste.
"Have a seat," said the director friendly and I was only too happy to comply with his request.
"I'm Director Roan," he introduced himself.
It didn't make much sense for me to introduce myself, would it? Apparently he already knew exactly who or what he was dealing with here.
"You may have noticed something unusual about yourself sometimes, haven't you? You are simply 'different' from the others. But that's not bad, on the contrary. You are special. Everyone here at this school is like you, when also in a different way. "
"Ahha. And what exactly should I mean by that?" I asked a little snippy.
"Everyone here has an ability, something special. A bit like with X-Men maybe."
I laughed without humor and in disbelief. X-Men? He had a really great way of explaining what he meant by "extraordinary" and "special".
"It's okay. Where are the cameras?" I asked, looking around.
The fact that the director wasn't grinning or even laughing made me doubt a little bit. It was true, I had always been different. But so different? It was kind of beyond my imagination. About two years ago in chemistry class, a beaker broke in my hand after Sarah started beating me again. Everyone thought that the beaker had fallen off. However, I knew very well that I had been the cause in some way. Inside of me it had started to boil, like a small volcano that was about to erupt. Incidentally, I still hadn't discovered a camera.
Did you actually listen to me?" It came from June."Huh?" I made absently. Since I had been somewhere else with my thoughts, I unfortunately could not fully listen to her."The ball ..." June said slowly and looked at me in disbelief."You're telling me that you haven't listened at all for the last two hours? Then I'll have to explain everything again," June groaned annoyed."So it was about that Halloween party, right?""Exactly. We need real costumes, something original. No Twilight nonsense and no discounter scraps.""Okay, okay," I said, holding up my hands soothingly.She told me all over again, leaving no details out, and telling me what she had heard from the party last year. Of course she hadn't even been to school then, but she had asked around a little, as she also told me. At some point I ignored some of what she was telling me because she spoke without a period.She cheered excitedly, and I really wonder
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Damien pulled the metal thing down a little further in front of my face and then put it on me like glasses. It even had temples like this and I was kind of forced to look through them.Then he fastened my arms and legs with leather straps and tested them again to make sure that they were really tight enough."How long does it usually take?" I asked him.I was a little intimidated by this device. Most of all, I was worried that I was buckled up like a convict. I couldn't move either, I'd already tried that."It depends," Damien muttered."And for what?""You will see."Damien went to the door and locked it so that it was now pitch dark. This room had no windows or lamps and every second it only got more creepy.The nerdy, whose name I still didn't know, squealed like a cornered guinea pig. I hadn't noticed that she was still in the room. What was she doing here? That wasn't a cinema."Okay, let's go", with the
Yeah ... he's just as hot as Damien. I would say it's a matter of taste," June said and her thoughts were probably somewhere else."Probably more of an aberration of taste. His ego really needs to be rubbed down like the one on it. He probably expects every female being to adore him and -""It's Damien, after all. I mean ... it's Damien!"A few people turned to us and grinned knowingly before moving on."June, I think we have to go back to class," I said as the corridor was now emptying faster and faster."What a bummer, next we have skills. Come on now!" June suddenly said impatiently to me and pretended to be texting her the whole time.We went to the said subject in a hurry. I was relieved to find that Teacher wasn't there yet. We were in a gym or something like that.The entire gym was made of metal, except for the floor and windows, and security devices that stood around. First aid kits were attached to a wall every two meters, t
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep ..."Where's that goddamn alarm clock?" I growled half asleep.Rest, finally. June had turned the alarm off. Why did my mornings always start with the high-pitched ringing of an alarm clock?"Shit! It's almost half past seven!" She shouted, shocked, and literally jumped out of bed.Now my lazy bum started moving too, I threw back the covers and put on my pink plush slippers.I shuffled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. You could call me a scarecrow, my hair was completely knotted and I had dark circles.I owed the dark circles to the horror films yesterday evening - or rather today in the morning.I fought my way through my hair with my brush and after what felt like hours I had untied it. A little shocked, I looked at my brush. I hair like a dog or some other creature.I smacked a little more powder on my face, or rather on the dark circles, and smeared the edges with my index finger.