𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Ch. 2

   Sounds of discipline filled the halls, no child or young adult screaming, obnoxiously laughing, and certainly not a whisper. Any word spoken was polite and coupled with mannerisms the three guests weren't particularly familiar with. The windows of the school were large and not a smudge tainting the glass, only a few vines and the perfect image of natures gift gracing the outdoors.

   Upon passing a window, a large group of synchronized movement could be seen, each person chanting the same word of Chinese and moving to the same beat of metronomic drum. Everything about the school was something he could never fathom a real school to have been like, especially when compared to the life he was raised into. The life of being 1 out of a dwindling number of students that could drop at any moments notice. That life is something he wanted to erase from his companions memory, hoping that they could stray so far from it their bodies would adapt to the absence of it all and simply forget without alarm.

   They had viewed many areas of the school, including the cafeteria full with kids and volume and warmth, a large auditorium meant for performances, a normal sized medical wing full of inquiring minds, a gymnasium for actual sport activity, and a room for sparring for those intrigued by the art of combat. It was all too enticing, just surrounding himself in the energy felt wrong. Almost, like he didn't belong. Truthfully he didn't, and he knew he didn't belong here, nor did he deserve to even be granting 2 other lives this opportunity. But, he would give everything to end the cycle here.

   To see an institutional place so full with innocent and eager minds whose sole purpose is to learn and grow to provide for society, rather than learn to fight for society was too important to him. This kind of life was not granted to him and at this very moment he feels
nothing but envy for his girls for even being able to have this opportunity. Though he knew he earned some of the right to have pride in this opportunity, because he got them here, and he gave them the chance to live and see this day.

   The Headmaster had mentioned they were nearing the end of their tour, finding themselves in the wing of the school in which most of the classrooms were built. They slowed to a stop at a particular classroom, one overflowing with the most bright aura of joy and peace. They all stopped outside, the trios eyes drinking in the outside contents of the room before their eyes could adjust.

   "Forgive the bright light, she refuses for any one to miss out on the opportunity of being kissed by the sun." The Headmasters eyes opened widely after turning her head to watch the family admiring the room, still just outside its walls. She began her walk into the room, the doors all slid open to complement the welcoming atmosphere leaking into the hall.

   Instantly they all followed her with curiosity, the expectations far exceeding what they could've ever thought of a teacher to be. The room covered in leaves of hanging plants and thick vines, some poking from the cracks of the large windows and others latching onto the framework of the school. The oxygen was fresh and a kiss of life into each of their lungs, it would feel slightly depleting to leave.

   Curtains different to any other classroom were knotted at the side of every glass pane, leaving no corner untouched by the suns warming rays. The desks were all lined in a row, perfectly aligned and angled to face the front of the room where a large desk happily sat in the left corner. His attention peaked slightly when he heard a mumble from somebody, "I'm sorry?" He curiously inquired.

   "My apologies, I was speaking to myself aloud. I was finding it weird her plants are all wet and still misted, when I haven't watered them since yesterday." The Headmaster surveyed the walls of the room, touching the petal and stem of every plant to assess its dewiness. "She would kill me if I had forgotten or if I over watered them."