Classroom of the Revenge

V3 - Chapter 7: I.A.

A/n: Apparently Wattpad didn't give a notification to several people when I posted chapter 6, so I thought I would say that just in case. After all, you kind of need the context of last chapter to understand this chapter (just a bit).

Everyone deserves happiness.

The problem is attaining it.

Everyone deserves happiness.

The problem is keeping it.

You deserve happiness.

So please, let yourself be happy.

By:

I.A.

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White. That was the world in which he lived, nothing but white. His earliest memories were of white. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, all were painted the same shade of white. The clothing he wore, the clothing the other kids were, and the clothing of the instructors were all white. The entire world was a colorless void that had no apparent details to note except its color. Like a barren wilderness with a single tree, the white acts as the only unique thing to think about. So, he always thought of white as a special color. What its significance was, he couldn't figure out. No matter how many people he asked, he never received his answer.

Thus, the boy continued his days within those white walls, oblivious to the colorful world lurking just outside. This was his world. And he was happy. Nothing else mattered. Because, as long as he had his friends, he would be fine. The boy was friends with two people: one boy, and one girl. He would hang out with them every day, enjoying each day to the fullest. He would have meaningless conversations with them. And today was another one of those days.

"Why do you suppose we have to learn so many things? Especially things with strange names like the 'Yang-Mills & The Mass Gap,' especially since they're so easy?" The boy asked.

"That and the 'Riemann Hypothesis,'" the roommate added.

"Where do the names even come from anyway?" The girl asked, "I mean, Riemann has shown up several times..."

"I remember the Riemann Sums, they were quite the waste of time," the roommate said, shaking his head at the memory.

"Still...I wonder if a challenge will be presented anytime soon. Academics is honestly the easiest thing here," the boy said.

"The easiest? I figured you would think it was athletics," the roommate said.

"At least there is a tiny bit of competition there."

"Competition? You actually consider us competition?" The girl asked, not believing it to be the case.

"It's not like academics can even be a competition, the most it can be is how fast you complete the examinations."

"You still dominate us in that..." the roommate said, feeling slightly dejected.

The boy, immediately seeing his friend's emotional change, smiled and said "well...I'm sure you can improve..."

Of course, his attempt was rather awkward. The girl giggled.

"You're really bad at comforting people, aren't you?"

"It's not like we were ever taught that..."

"That's a pretty flimsy excuse."

The roommate sighed and said "yeah, it's fine."

Of course, the boy didn't believe him. The boy was rather well adept at knowing when someone was lying. Whether it be from external reactions, his own image of the person, or simply intuition, sneaking a lie past him was impossible. That's what he believed. And that's what his friends believed.