The White Room

Chapter 1

Staring at the white padded wall from my room, I said in a soft whisper "Back at the start, huh?" Thinking this was enough thinking I decided to go to the classroom in which class would start within the next hour.

From a very young age I was brought into this institution where they bring in children to "be the best", but my circumstances were different. I had no recollection of my mother and my father... he doesn't deserve what the people in the books call love. While walking around I overheard one of the guards say,

[Did you hear? A new batch is coming in today.]

[Again? I doubt they will last a week]

For normal parents this may sound like a prestigious school, but deep down while it may sound normal on the surface, this place is worse than hell. The children that come here are driven to craziness because of the most inhumane ways of teaching children. While it does work, the children leave this place lifeless with dead eyes. Society may call this place's teaching methods immoral but I don't see a problem with it, after all, I've never seen the outside world pass these gates. This is all I know, this is love, right?

The hallway walls were lined with cameras and psychological drawings, for a sense of security, calmness? No, this was to make sure that we didn't step out of line. Right now we're in the palm of their hands, under their every control. Everyday I step into the classroom hoping for something different but, as always, it's the same white classroom with the 10 desks each row for 5 rows perfectly distant from each other. The smooth wooden texture of the desks with a silver metal chair is the same scene I've seen for 9 years now. With already five people in the classroom, I decided to take a seat and await further instructions.