Freia Spearheart : Gaia

Crepuscule

     "Kyaaaaah!"a girl cheerfully screamed with her hands covering her mouth, running towards the window.

        "They're here, they're here!" another one followed.

        "Hurry up or we won't be able to greet them!" a boy almost bumped on me.  He was panicking. Everyone was. I was devastated, overwhelmed by the people bumping on me as they ran toward my right.

        My book was stepped on, and so does my middle finger. I felt like raising that very finger on them while they're not looking but I know I didn't have the guts to do so. I stood up, readjusted my eyeglasses and shook my skirt to remove some dust that I got from being stepped on. It was a disaster. Everyone's getting crazy, competing over the attentions of the students of the Crepuscule curriculum.

        A line of the other curriculum, the Crepuscule, emerged being lead by a beautiful woman with peach-colored eyes, brown hair that is so long that it have to be tied twice, tied in a one-half style plus at the near end of her hair which is bouncing from her back from time to time while wearing her usual calm, i-do-not-care expression. She didn't seem to have her bag around her.

        The next on the line was a man with blonde hair, that is so pale I thought it is actually white, which is raised too much that I think he's raising it to avoid going inside a salon. His eyes that seem to be a blue gem, was it lapis lazuli or sapphire? I can't see well. All I know is that it's too vibrant to be true and that he's tall.  He then pushed his hair backwards and it was fixed. Doesn't he look too serious or maybe like a politician?

        He then opened the two-door entrance which is made of heavy wood planks and the woman entered but he didn't close it afterwards; he kept on holding the gate for some several minutes and closed it afterwards with a whispering thud.

        After observing, I didn't bother to look anymore. I need to go home, the curfew's about to start and I don't want to get punished by Ms. Ropelover, she's so into her role to guard us.

    The girls' dorm is also known as Datura, is an antique three-stories building made of brown-painted bricks, the entrance had two white classic poles made of cements which supports the welcoming roof as wide as our room where at least thirty light bulbs are attached.

     The front entrance door is made of dark wood with two rectangular glasses where you can peep inside. You need a valid identification card to go inside, and of course to go out, you need it too, making sure that you're bringing it with you to avoid being locked outside. I heard the glasses are bulletproof and the door itself is very invulnerable. I've tried to hit it with an axe, it is actually true and I got electrified.

       The inside is full of dark wood furniture sets; the dining table, the chairs, the sofas, the bed, all of them were made of dark woods. It is said that it's being cultivated at the opposite of the Earth, but I think that's not all.

        Before entering my room, second floor and third on the right of the elevator, room 203, Ms. Ropelover told me that to pass the news; "the annual medical examinations will be next week."

        The annual medical examination is a whole week examinations of our abilities, if none, potential. This is needed to be part of the system. The system doesn't seem to have any name, we just call it "the system" but it's a big deal. The system is a part of your life.

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         "Haaa..." I sighed as my shoulders relaxed.

       The examination came. The hospital was full of different kinds of uniforms. There were black-themed, red-themed, blue-themed, plaid skirts and pants, everyone who wore those uniforms were either excited or scared of the results. I, knew what it'd be.