Freshman forthbeam (copied)

One Thousand

3rd person POV

Forth decides to swallow his anger and let Beam get away this time. This is only the first day of SOTUS. He could reply another time.

Forth signaled Lam forward to perform the next part of the opening, the task of collecting signatures.

"Good morning, first year." Lam greets the new students.

"Good morning, P'." The freshmen returned greetings.

"My name is Lam. I will notify you of your first assignment, which you must complete within a week." Lam said. "--take your welcome goody bag and take out the little blue-covered book."

Everyone got the bag and within five minutes everyone was holding the book.

"It's an autograph book." Lam continued. "You have to get to know your seniors. There are at least 1000 students there every year. We wouldn't be so cruel as to ask you to know all of us, there were at least 3000 students from the second year to the fourth year, but only 1000."

Surprised voices were heard everywhere.

"In week."

Some of them felt like they were suffocated by their own breath.

"It's up to you what year they are from. You have to get their name, major, and signature." Lam added.

Silence.

"And for every signature you fail to get every day, you have to replace it with push ups."

Beam flashing. He tilted his head. Did Forth look at him?

Beam blinks at Forth.

Forth's eyes widened.

Beam chuckled. Yup. He looked at her.

Forth sighed.

"You have to get at least 200 signatures per day. And they will probably ask you to do something for them first. Don't worry, it won't take longer than 3 minutes. If someone makes you do something for more than 3 minutes you can tell us."

Silence.

"That's all." Lam closed the explanation. "Now the second year will lead you to practice your Technique marching."

Third-year students in Technique red jackets outside their black t-shirts walked off the stage and were replaced by second-year Technique blue jackets outside their white t-shirts.

They practiced singing for half an hour before they disbanded, to begin their first task.

Signature book.

Beam looked at the book in his hand. It's 9am. He has until 5 in the afternoon to get 200 signatures every day.

25 signatures in one hour.

Beam tilted his head. How to...?

"This is impossible."
Beam hears what his new friend says. He looked at her.

"Owh, weakling." Beam grinned at him.

The boy's eyes widened. "Damn, what are you saying?!"
His friend looked at Beam too.