Saving Grace- And the Pedagogy of Survival

Awakening

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"Magnificent work, undergraduates. Most of you received a high grade in this query. Be certain to develop your subjects and studies for the later unit." Professor Evelyn looks around the class with a mask carved beneath her smirk as she commends her pupils in the area. It would have been extraordinary and divergent if her expressions had grown inside her soul. But not all we perceive should be regarded and accounted.

As the chiming bells accompany the alarm, all of my classmates prepare to withdraw from the school grounds. But, as instantly as they settle up from their post, their eyes start to paste on my figure garbed in an obsidian colour hoodie.

Some were averse to address me, while others wanted nothing out of my presence, considering that I made substandard luck to their activities. However, it was rare for the bullies to earn an interest in my personal life.

" What are you hiding under that coat, Ms. Cigarettes?" One of the male jacks walks toward my direction, demanding to tear the stiff cloth that obscures my skin. His lackeys behind his back urge their leader to injure me and determine for themselves my body clear of scars and ashes from the blaze that devastated me.

Instantly, their faces turned pale as they looked at my terrifying marks and the redness of my muscle plainly detected in the bare view.

"You freak." Even the brain of their circle retreats towards the surface, howling for the recognition of the instructors.

"I, uh-" I peered around and caught their sour faces, intimidated and shaken after noting my frame all enclosed in other damages. I did not wish to be throttled by the lecturers, so I resolved and hastily retired and fled back to my abode.

Luckily, I managed to stumble by and arrived in my home; still solely and lonesome.

"I've made it," I announced, congratulating myself from the dart I performed, thwarting the mobile machines and residents walking from the adjacent roads.

I sprawled on my settee and seized one of the morsels left by my mom, who departed not remarkably long ago, clear from the untidy desk and rubbish on the floor.

"Why is this happening to me?" I can catch no encouragement to achieve something desirable, let alone something that I cherish. The drum that had been locked away and forgotten inside the vault is even ruined and ineffective for me to play, which was the particular piece that kept me company through these frenzied years. Even my guitar was ruthlessly shattered and wrecked during the move.

"If only I have an organ that I can perform, thus maybe I-" in the flicker of an eye, I spotted myself falling asleep on the pleasant surface of my sofa with my chip still grasping by my hand. Suddenly, my conscience escapes from my body, greeting me with a dissimilar yet familiar universe.

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"Where the hell am I right now?" I peeled my eyes wide open and discerned my surroundings enveloped with colourful designs akin to a never-ending array of a rainbow. It was a majestic sight, accompanied by the pair of clouds fluttering to its side.

My eyes followed the ray of light and found bronze, silver, and gold pots, each stationary on the ground, aligned and exhibited with the swaying grass. No animals were roaming nearby, which made me wonder about the environment that I'm standing at the centre of it all.

"What's up with that?" I asked myself while hovering my body closer to the soil. Compared from last night, I can now direct my movements to where I wanted to go; with the ability to fly and hover around.