Drake's POV
I woke up at about 6:30 AM and brushed my teeth and cooked myself strawberry pancakes. I mean, who doesn't like pancakes? They're the source of carbs and heaven merged together in one. Did not forget the strawberries of course. If someone says that strawberries can only be eaten by girls, I will shove those strawberries in their throats and choke them to death.
Anyway, I ate my pancakes with gusto and chugged a glass of milk. I'm still a growing teen. I went to my wardrobe and found uniforms. It's a cerulean vest with the school's logo embroidered onto its upper left pocket. Underneath the vest, a white plain polo was hanging. A matching pair of pants were neatly folded and black shoes were placed in the shelf above the hangers. I wore them and they fit me.
They also knew my body size. Weird. Are they stalkers, or perverts?! I unconsciously covered my body with my hands. It's a suspicious thing that they knew it, so give me some slack. You're acting like a girl, my mind laughed at me.
Hey, it's rude to discriminate girls. I am a gentleman.
Gentleman, hah! You took a lollipop from a girl!
I was five back then! I never knew about chivalry and those stuff. Sometimes, I really wished that my mind would agree with me even more.
In your dreams.
I ignored it. Wait, if this is a school, wouldn't they prepare school stuff like textbooks? I only see a thin, small rectangular piece of glass resting beside the rest of the uniforms. I held it and a small ball of a sky-blue light glowed.
"Operate Glass. Hello user Drake Coal Walker, voice recognition ready."
"Uh, hello." I was astonished. Did not even thought a mere glass fragment can be a tech-type.
"Voice recognition activated, arranging schedule." A hologram appeared. It read:
Haenden History 8:00-9:30 Room 1134
Selective (Elemental) Training 9:30-11:45 Room 1632
Lunch 11:45-12:30
Mægia Class (All types) 12:30-1:30 Room 1232
Aptitude Test 1:30-3:30 Test Room
Nice. Thank goodness I won't have to stupidly wander around the whole school. I get shivers everytime I remember that feeling of humiliation. Actually, I mistook a janitor's room for a classroom one time. I didn't know janitors need THAT much space.
Nevertheless, let's march to school!
