Elevator Skills

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James is relieved the dining hall opened today. It is an exact week before the real lessons will start, but this week a few things already have to be done. James makes his way to the hallway, Javier hot on his heels. James is a little dubious about entering the dining hall and instantly getting looked at. Their uniforms were ready to be picked up by Wednesday and now it's only Monday making it harder on James's life. James sighs.

They walk through the light summer air to the building in the middle of it all. It was a huge church like building built back in 1885 (DogAlly; built in the Chinese year of the dog). You can see both Greek and Latin influences on the building style. It was one of the buildings with less large windows and thicker walls. It had been built originally to indeed go to church in and to protect children from storms or even worse; war. James absolutely loves the building. It wouldn't be his first time entering it, but it would be the first time to actually eat and go to school in there. James is getting all sorts of exciting.

Javier isn't behind him anymore and James could not give a crap. His loss. James walks up the eight steps and enters the large open doors. He wonders if he could push one of them open, but seeing he has never trained one muscle it probably wouldn't even budge. The first thing what you see is a great hall. High painted ceiling, large chandelier full of diamonds, white walls with here and there a small painting, large plants on both sides and a bordeaux red carpet. There is an grand piano standing in the slight curve on the right side. There is no one playing it, but James can imagine how beautiful it will sound seeing the acoustic will be perfect because of the grand space.

James walks past all sorts of kids. There are nerdy girls, nerdy boys, popular people and loud people. Somehow it reminded him of a terrible American high school movie with all those little groups standing with each other. The only difference was that these people are actually rich. James walks further through another two open doors and enters the great dining hall. High painted ceiling, great walls with old pillars scattered around to make sure the heavy roof wouldn't fall on them. There are large and small tables all standing around dressed up in one colour, baby blue. It might make everything look brighter than it is and James himself wouldn't have gone for that particular colour, but he doesn't hate it per se. He would have chosen something like soft yellow or violet. He knows some people have already eaten and some people still need to eat, so he sits down in one of the corners where there is nobody at the table. He prefers to eat alone anyway, at least that is what he tells himself.

He orders a simple omelet with orange juice. His phone died last night and since his charger only works by placing his telephone in a perfect position which was not on James's mind last night, making this very awkward since he has nothing to pretend to be doing. Last night in fact had been horrible. First Javier was having sex in the same fucking room as him and then this stupid Dwight boy came by and made James feel like dying all over again. James looks around the dining hall trying to find the boy he thought about last. He doesn't see him directly, but once he sees him in the middle of the cafeteria his breath gets caught. Dwight is staring directly at him. James chokes on the air in his lunges and last night comes flashing by.

"Well hello servant boy." Dwight smirks. James gulps.

James closes his eyes and wishes for them to be gone the moment he opens them again. Unfortunately they are still there, Dwight slowly making his way over towards James's frozen body.

"Dwight leave him alone." James hears Blain say. Dwight does not listen and creeps closer. James is starting to get trouble breathing.

"Dwight what are you doing? You are scaring the poor kid." James's eyes flicker over to the unknown voice, the voice of the cute looking guy who's name he doesn't know.

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