The Ivy Secret Files

Chapter 2: Dormitory Rules

June 3, Monday
Defense Quarters Dormitory, Ivy University
7:05 PM

Almost time for the dormitory. Having this kind of introductory around the whole Defense Quarters made me tired, listing rules in my mind because the old instructor guide looks very serious at us all the time. I even wondered if that old woman is fine at all.

"Alright! You should know that the lights off protocol is around 10 in the clock. If I caught someone in your feet, I'll give you a 5-day detention and cleaning the canteen dishes. Understand?!"

All of us just entered the dorms. Not answering that crazy old woman who always shout with point-blank range in our ears. Answering her would only fall on her already-deaf ears, and don't bother why, she's also a guard of the campus.

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Pretty much everything inside was the same as you would do in a fine house.

I placed my bag on the chair as I walked more further, visiting the whole place. It consisted of doors, and one window on the kitchen...

Basically, this is just simple as it would get. End of story.

One thing I noticed however is the letter sticking out of the kitchen table. 

Welcome to the Defense Dormitory.

Listing of schedules:

6:30 AM -Start of Classes.
9:00 - 9:30 AM -Recess
12:00 NN -End of Classes
Monday, Tuesday, Friday -Class Days

PS: No attendance means detention and community service for 3 weeks.

-Judiciary Administration

Now the Judiciary makes their own rules.

Two things are just plainly great, and the rest is just your typical stereotypes that are commonly found in class hours. Three class days and four outdoor days could help me better to manage my paperwork, or use the remaining free time left for something. 

I slipped the note to one of my notebook. After finding nothing but the piece of paper, I went to the bathroom and washed myself first, before going to the bedroom.

It felt haunting inside this cubicle alone. Pitch dark and who knows if that crazy old guard would pop out right in the door. 

I just attempted to sleep on my own.

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Ding-Dong

The Tower Bell sounded the day has finally come.

I woke up and stood up, looking outside the window to see mixed Defense and Prosecution students scrambling into a fine line etched by the pathways, leaving the Judiciary pathway blank. 

I quickly took a short bath, dressed up and headed out to catch the line.

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June 4, Tuesday
Defense Quarters, Classroom
6:30 AM

Everything was quite messy inside.

Ranging from flying papers (airplanes, crumpled balls, and spitballs), gossips from the girly groups, and in my area, Kristoph and his mad addiction towards chemistry. 

While me... just scribbling random things at the back of my Law Notebook.

It was everyone's world out there. One was conducting arguing through spitballs, while one side was by the trial of roasting each other. Some were staring at the window, half-alive and half-dead (sleeping or maybe daydreaming). Other students throw paper airplanes like no one really cares.

At least it was nothing more than the metaphor of my Grade school. 

And the one that took them away was just a simple creaking of the door. Everyone scrambled like fighter Red Barons towards their seats, causing the chairs to roar everywhere. I winced at the sound. It was more worse than scratching the blackboard alone.

It was literature. Most of the girls cheered while boys, especially Kristoph, cursed as if to wonder why the literature even existed in their class sessions.

I was quite fine. Nothing's wrong while reading a piece of novel, after all.

*** After 4 Hours of Literacy Lectures***

... and now, the Literature teacher was gone. There goes the continuation of World War 3 inside the classroom of the Defense.