North Ward
-Calix
This is so fucking annoying...
"We welcome our esteemed student, Calix Ravenend!" Director Arun nearly yells into the standing microphone. The assembly is dragging on, my irritation rising. I've been standing off near the steps where others sit peacefully, not able to enjoy any time this morning with my friends. I'm put on display, like everywhere I go, my parents not making it any easier on me and making sure I'm taken with them everywhere.
Now I'm in my own personal Hell to be used by yet another governing body.
Director Arun...
...what a fucking joke he is.
"Mr. Ravenend!" Director Arun calls for me, turning his body so he can see me standing with my arms crossed in front of my chest. I glance away from him and scoff, releasing a sigh and begrudgingly walk toward the stage he's standing on.
"Hi," I mutter beneath my breath once I reach him.
Director Arun steps away from the microphone and asks, "Is there anything you'd like to say to your year one class?"
I roll my eyes and snatch the microphone from the stand. Bringing it closer to my lips, everyone settles down and grows radio silent. When I speak, I shrug my shoulders, "So, apparently I've been elected as your class rep? Or whatever the hell this position is..." my voice trails off as many laugh at my statement, Director Arun narrowing his eyes, "...work hard, attend your classes, blah, blah, blah," I wave my hand.
"Mr. Ravenend..." Director Arun's tone is much more authoritative this time.
I release a sigh and add with a wide and sarcastic smile, "Kick every other Ward's ass in Arena! Remember, tryouts are next week, so make sure your parents are okay with any potential accidents that could happen! Sign thos-"
"Aright, that's enough," Director Arun grabs the microphone from my hand and I shrug my shoulders.
"You wanted me to say something and I did. Why don't you be more specific next time and save us all the trouble?" I retort, turning away from Director Arun and walking away from the stage...but not without the entire class rising from their seats. They whistle, cheer, and scream my name, a chuckle leaving my lips when I hear Director Arun attempting to settle them down.
Director Arun manages to gather the class' attention and announce, "This assembly is dismissed! Report to your core room class immediately and if you are tardy, detention will be with me this evening and your parents notified as of how you ended up staying late on your first day."
Right on cue, the bell rings, vibrating the assembly room and shaking the walls with how thunderous it bleeds. I break away through the door closest to me before the rest of the idiots who linger behind clog up the exits.
Tacitus manages to find another exit, helping Elafi with him so she isn't trampled. When they see me, I wave them down, walking toward our core room. Elafi wraps her arms around my arm and giggles, "Wow, you sure know how to make yourself known."
"It comes with the territory," I shrug, enjoying her touch before I pull my arm from hers and wrap it around her waist.
Tacitus can't help but laugh, "You really are walking a fine line."
"Director Arun wanted to show off how special I am to be at North Ward Secondary School this year, and that he's going to be remembered as one of the directors that had one of The Synod during his time as a principal..." I shake my head and finish, "...too bad I wanted to test exactly how far he was going to let me slide."
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