Montaigne Academy for Gentlemen, a place where men become knights. Or maybe not? Terrence Blackwood, from the lower class, enters this academy ready to enjoy the blissful education it promises. Unfortunately, the academy turns out to have hierarchie...
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The noise was present in that small room.
The setting was perfect. Chairs everywhere, floor made of carpet rough enough so that a simple stain could not stain it, its design of "x" "o" colors made it seem as if it took you to a totally different world. The ceiling and walls were both lined with the same carpet, everything dim, lights were barely present in that place, video game machines being continuously abused and teenagers running away from their problems. Perfect, isn't it?
-A little more to the left! -he spoke.
Teenagers who continually wanted to waste time, lose the stress, the heaviness, the discomfort and just have fun for a while. Who knew that a simple claw-type machine would make them suffer even more, one could say that even sweat lay on their foreheads. Maybe it was because the poor air conditioning of the place was not working properly.
-Not there! We're going to lose! -he complained.
They were fighting over a stuffed dinosaur, some would call them "Immature", "Infantile" or "Dumb" But they would prefer the term "Teenagers". It was old-fashioned to try to name them by adjectives that perhaps described them, but with which they were not comfortable. It was going to be useless anyway, they would all just keep doing it until they sank them into their poor misery, or who knows, maybe they wouldn't let themselves sink so easily.
-Press! -he shouted.
There were a total of five seventeen-year-olds nervously admiring the little claw trying to grab a big stuffed animal. It sounded impossible, it was impossible.
-Oh, come on! This is unfair -he folded his arms.
-I should have more coins in my pockets -he stuck his hands in both pockets, but both limbs snapped back into place as a result of a big failure-. I'm out of them.
They looked like children in the eyes of the beloved parental instincts of the older girls, who were passing outside the store.
-I've got some! -One of them took out a few coins and quickly put them into the machine.
Once again the game was on, how much longer would they stay there? It would have been three hours since they entered. Was it so necessary to get away from their problems? Or did they just want to spend their money? It sounded silly to the ears of the owner of that store.
Losing again? Give up already, a defeat is nothing in this life, let alone in theirs.
-It's useless.
-We should go home.
-No! -One of them shouted- Are we going to let ourselves be defeated by a simple machine? Don't they have any pride?!
