Chapter 15
The result is not in chronological order, but I find my name in the middle of a big glass flat screen computer. Kentron really have high technology gadgets that no other districts can compete. They owe it to us; Sages are the brains of these devices, only they provide the resources to make it real.
I breathe in relief and stare at my name a little longer. To my shock, I see that only thirty seven students got accepted out of the one hundred and twenty applicants. Half of the accepted applicants are from my district like Lucia, Sirius, Brian and Mathieu. Terence and Shane are from wealthy family, so they didn’t apply.
“Congratulations, Keesha!” Tobi taps my lower back, almost near my butt. I clutch my fingers, ready to punch him when he suddenly waves his index finger in front of my face and say, “Uh-oh, school rule number four: Fights inside the school are extremely prohibited.” He grins and walks away just as Terence approaches me.
Terence sees Tobi as an older brother. They are very close to each other that sometimes I’m afraid that Terence will catch Tobi’s bad attitude. “You should learn how to control your temper now, partner. One punch and you’re kicked out.”
I roll my eyes at him and walk to our first class, History. Terence somehow stays for a little while to catch up with Tobi.
Front seats are all occupied when I got in. I walk pass at the students who will be my classmates for the rest of the school. My eyes are fixed on the floor as I walk to the back portion of the room. Most of the students in this room sits with their old friends from their district origins. As much as possible, they don’t want to associate with other districts especially with us, the powerless outcast of Ezmer. And like them, I don’t want to be near or be friended anyone as freak as them.
I save the seat beside me for Terence.
Terence walks in after minutes and sits to my side with a sigh. “Thanks, partner!” he says and winks at me with a little smile in his dimpled cheeks.
Some of the students are throwing crumpled papers at each other and some are chatting and singing and others are reading books as quietly as possible when our history professor comes in. He is no other than the principal himself, Professor Marvellous Great.
“Good Morning, students.” He greets.
The whole class goes silent. An Erda boy who is holding a crumpled paper in his right hand is frozen from the sight of the principal. He doesn’t know what to do. It’s too late for him to think, the principal already saw him. “Ironic, an Erda wasting a paper.” Professor Great starts. He looks directly at the paper, then suddenly the paper moves from the boy’s grip and float in the air. “Erdas are known to be cautious when it comes to all resources, but clearly you don’t know how to conserve the nature.” He says, his eyes are still fixed on the paper which is now straightening itself in the air.
“I’m sorry, sir” the Erda boy says apologetically.
The professor nods at him to show that he accepts his apology. The paper lands on the boy’s desk, flat and straight; good as new.
“For those who don’t know me which I doubt, I am Professor Marvellous Great, the current principal of Whitehorn Academy and your History professor for this school year.”
Unbelievable! The principal will teach us personally about everything he knows at Ezmer’s history. My face is glowing with excitement; I can’t wait to learn a lot from him.
“Long time ago, Ezmer was once known to be a small country in the southeast of the world. It was only then divided into three nations. Different water forms, forests and buildings surround the whole country. Our ancestors lived in peace, earning as much for their families and they were contented.” He starts.
