¹ The quest to be done is too great
² And futile it is to help
³ No one can see the importance of it
⁴ Eyes are open and asleep
¹ But the intuition of the other half
² The shining beacon of a lady
³ Journeys through his cold path
⁴ Reverses the mind, out of pity
-Poem 3, Virgil's notebook
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I'm the first one to arrive in the club room and I journey through the spaces as the only living being. Minor designs are the indication of the argument between me and Raine. The brown haired girl wants to erupt the whole scenery with bright colors and extravagant objects, opposing my minimalist style. From the way I've see it, they achieved what they want while also considering mine. The evidence lingers from arranged bookshelves and limited quote posters hanged on the wall possible to be innumerable if not for me. If Raine were in charge of all, I imagined the room be extremely confusing to look at. Flowers everywhere, cute stickers, rainbows, or she might as well live here. So lame.
My hand travels through the masses of books. The brown bookshelf have 5 levels worth of written fantasy. I am never a fan of books, and found it to be quite hard to commit into reading entirely. I appreciate literature as a whole. Whether it be visual, musical, or written. Books, I respect it as an extension of our imagination, but can't bring it to be a part of my everyday life. Mangas (Japanese comic book) on the other hand...
Alas, I do not feel reading today. I sat down on a chair and put my head atop the wooden board. Glanced a quote poster on the wall. "Live like you'll die tomorrow." Dying, I'm too young for it.
Thinking about death is a waste of time.
I close my eyes. Feeling the fine texture of my uniform through the nerve endings of nose and mouth. Each breathe is heard because of the enclosed space the position of my arm offers. I'm just waiting for the club time to end, until three knocks on the door revitalize me. Just when I'm enjoying my time.
I pulled the door expecting Raine or Solene or the two of them behind it. But no, an unfamiliar student is what I see. Baggy uniform and an edgy hairstyle. Bangs protruding to cover his left eye. He's also fat but not crossing the line of obesity. His chubby cheeks and double chin says about him too. He's shorter than me but definitely weighs heavier than me.
"Is this the room of literature club?" he asks me. He carries a large sling bag across his torso.
"Yeah" I answered, my left hand still on the doorknob.
"I may need your help."
A request. For the first time. And I thought this club is about to be disbanded by the arrogant Student Government due to inactivity. Well, let's get this over with.
"Come in."
He nods. Grasping the strap in his chest with both hands. He follows me up to the middle of the room where the long rectangular table subsides. I take a chair for the stranger to seat. A red plastic chair.
"Here" I placed it right in front of him which he deliberately sat on.
"Oh, thanks."
"A common courtesy."
Before I face him, I arrange a bunch of papers on the small square table beside the farthest window from the door.
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Genius Rivals (Ongoing)
Novela JuvenilIn his world where expectations and standards are as normal as breathing, how would he try to function amidst the sea of interactions? The story is told from Virgil Astraea's eyes, the reigning valedictorian and the top one student of the prestige U...
