HZ17

New Start.

December 27th, i received an email from my school. It stated that i was to report to the nearby school, PROJECT, on the 29th of December. It was around 2 bus stops away from my house. There it was. My new beginning. I was given the course "communication", and that made me laugh. I guess i was so quiet that the teachers wanted me to study "Human speech and Human Reaction", according to the paragraph in the email under the bolded words "You Would Be Learning".
I clicked out of the email and returned back to re-blogging all the pictures on Tumblr. I stared at a picture of a sunrise for a while, it wasn't because of how beautiful the picture was, though. I was thinking, "Here it is. Studying in PROJECT; my brand new beginning. Learning new things, meeting new people." I got up and picked up my phone. And for a moment or two, as if i was drunk, i went to my messages and without thinking twice, i deleted that particular conversation. The only conversation in my phone. The one i thought i would've never be able to delete. Reiner. That was what the contact name said.
I was ready for a new beginning.
December 29th. Excited for a new start, i looked through my closet and realised that it was only filled with clothes ranging from black to white. I tried looking for a "pop of colour" in attempt to create a great first impression on people, and the best i could find was a maroon hoodie i used to wear. I shrugged. I guess that'll do. I threw on a white T-shirt and black skinny jeans and was ready to go. I looked into the mirror. For once, i blocked out all of my negative thoughts about my appearance and thought, "it's a new start and you're going to do well."
I walked out of my room and was surprised by the sight that was before me. Aunt, with her head tucked into her crossed arms on the dining table, with an empty box of tissues and used tissues scattered everywhere. I walked up and tapped her shoulder. She jumped a little and using her cardigan sleeves to wipe her tears away, she smiled at me and told me that she was alright. I couldn't help but notice her hiding her phone under her elbow. I told her to cheer up as i left the house due to the fear of being on my reporting day. Aunt waved me goodbye and wished me luck. It suddenly hit me that i wasn't lonely. I just always blocked everyone out. Aunt cared about me, it was my oblivion that made me fail to realise that.
With my earphones in, i reached the bus stop outside of PROJECT- my new school. It was chaotic as there were a lot of lost students rushing around, and a lot of teachers with suitcases running in and out of different buildings.
I took a deep breath.
Here i go.

With only Sam Smith's voice entering my ears, i felt more relaxed and slowly walked to the sign that was supposed to state where we were supposed to go to. Under "Communication", i found out that i was to report to building E. I scanned around for the letter E and found a light blue building. It took me no time to notice the height of the building. Other buildings had only around 5 levels at most, but this one had around 20. Clenching my fist together in nervousness, i walked in. I was welcomed by extremely advanced technology. The glass doors were automatic and there were machines that checked my thumbprint. There was also a device that told me to report to level 7. Surprised by how advanced the place is, i clicked the button on lift which sent me to the exact place where i was to report to. There were already a few students there, and all of them were just staring at computer screens. It took me a while to find the computer with my name on it, and i used my thumb print scan to log in.
While i was waiting for the page to load my particulars to allow me to verify them, I couldn't help but notice the striking irony. I was studying Communication, but all i had to do was stare at computers? Everyone in Building E had a code and mine was HZ17. I was known as HZ17. It was as if we were treated like robots. I wanted to be known as Kelsey, not some random alphabets and numbers that made no sense. Building E was the only building with such advanced technology. I looked out of the building and i saw students from Building F sitting in a classroom with a female teacher introducing herself.
"Beep" my device called me and an exact same video call popped up on everybody's computer screens. I clicked it and there was a man.
"Hello, i suppose i am speaking to all students of Building E," he said, "I am your teacher, and i will be teaching you Communication. Since we'll probably never know one another, you do not need to know my name. You can call me Mr E, in which E is merely the name of our building. I have no intentions of personally knowing any of you in this course. Here are some basic things you need to know. There are 20 levels in this building. The second to forth level contains a class in which every level has 10 students, and the same system works with every class. On the 20th floor is where all the teachers are and the first is the General Information Office where all the spare devices and also where all the information counters are located at. However, in this course, we do not have the same system as other courses. I myself would be representing all the other teachers to teach all 6 classes. Any of your questions and doubts can be emailed to teachers on the 21st floor and they would be more than willing to clear your doubts."
I realised that i was just looking at a man talking on my screen. No sign of passion, and to him he was probably just talking to a camera. What a cold place. I felt like i was trapped in this anti-social place, and was forced to learn about things that were nearly the complete opposite of the opportunities i was given in this place. Communication? Stop lying. With this amount of technology, who would communicate with one another?