The Second Hand of Time

CHAPTER ELEVEN WELL PLAYED, TOM

The whole week passed by in a flash. Today is Friday. We were so busy training with our classmates the whole week just to prepare for tonight's event.

Last Tuesday, on our elite class, or whatever you call it, Miss Eupraxia came and congratulated us. She told us the benefits of being an elite student, and our extra privilege. First, we have our own allowance, given to us by the school as token of gratitude for being an outstanding student. The price given to us differs to our place in the elite seat. For being an elite, I must not have a grade lower than 90. I was on the first seat and I was given the privilege to skip classes but stay present in the attendance. If I skip classes, I must not have a grade below 90 to stay as elite.

We will have an extra test every term, exclusive only for the elites. The tests will determine our rankings for the remaining terms.

The elites have the right to use any school facility, if needed and if it is free of use.

"Being elite doesn't mean you can disrespect teachers and the school staff." Miss Alice added. "A teacher has the authority to take disrespectful elites out of the elite group." She said this while eyeing me.

"The elites represent the school, and are considered the school's role model." She added while keeping her eye on me. "They are expected to help students in need, and serve others wholeheartedly."

"Stop looking at me." I said quietly. "I'm not that bad. Right?"

I asked Laelia.

She just shrugged.

The day after that was Wednesday. I went with Clifford to Jillian. Apparently, Clifford and Jillian knew each other from their last school. Clifford also informed me that Jillian makes good armor. We went to get her at her clubroom.

"Hi Lei." She smiled. "Hi Cliffy!"

"Can you make Leigh some comfortable, and strong armor?" Clifford asked. "I recommended your work to him since the battle gear that you made for me last time was the best that I ever had."

"Oh, sure." She said. "Come to my place."

She asked permission from her club mates that she is needed, and then went to follow us.

She took us to the northeast of the campus, and we stopped in front of a workshop.

"Please come in." She insisted.

"Okay." I replied. "Thank you for having us."

We went inside the workshop. The inside was spacious, filled with weapons, armor and other things meant for a Visual Arts student.

"First thing to do is to get your measurements." She said.

She grabbed a tape measure from a desk and looked at me. She stared at me from head to toe, and paused for a second.

"Aren't you going to get my measurements?" I asked.

She turned red all of a sudden, as if I just said something conspicuous.

She turned to Clifford and passed him the tape measure.

"You take his measurements and tell me." She said in a small voice.

"What? O-okay." Clifford said.

Clifford took my measurements and gave them to Jillian. Jillian sketched something on her sketchpad and asked for my ideal look when I wear it. She kept on sketching and kept on asking if there is something I want to add.