I closed the door, and trodded into my classroom. It was a world of machinery. There was no blackboard, only a screen, and everyone was wearing weird glasses. It was weird, because we lived in a technical world, but I had no experience here. I had moved to this HiFi town only after my dad won the lottery for a billion dollars(which wasn't a huge amount of money in 2042) and received a better job. This was all new to me, but I had to act like I knew everything, or I would have been bullied for being ignorant. I had gone through this before, so I kept my cool. It was the first day of school, but everyone already knew what to do.
I stumbled inside the classroom, with my tablet in my hand. Everyone had a tablet, some had huge 11 inch tablets, and some had small ones only slightly larger than a phone. I was a new student, and had a 8 inch tablet. I didn't know what they were for, except for our textbooks and notebooks. All our textbooks were stored in them, but It was later on that I found out how we kept our notebooks in them. So we wished the teacher a good morning and sat down. She took a stylus out of her pocket and wrote something on the screen, we use as a blackboard.
She only wrote one word, "Activate".
She then started to speak to us. I could hardly register what she was saying as I was over occupied with my thinking. I was thinking about everything around me, but my thoughts were broken when my teacher asked me a question.
"Where is your glass, dear." She said.
I said that I didn't have one and that I was a new student.
She then told me that she would ask for the reception to give me a pair of glasses, as they came free once you joined the school. You would have to use that for the remaining years you studied in the school.
It was amazing, that day in school, because I had only seen people writing on blackboards and us students writing tediously in their notebooks. We had to carry heavy backpacks to school everyday and everything was unorganised and messy, but I had seen the difference here.
We had nothing except for our tablets and Glass, but somehow that was enough. Anythng that the teacher wrote was instantly transmitted to our tablets, to the corresponding notebook file, and anything that the teacher didn't write, we could take note down by writing on the table with a stylus.
That file was also transmitted to our tablet.
We sat in class and studied most of the day until 6 period. It was easy for me, as I had grown up in poverty and always concentrated on my studies much more than than the people at this school.
Then it was time for lunch.
The lunch was also different from my old school and was al la carte.
I was happily eating my lunch peacefully and alone, until a friendly guy with a Glass on his eyes walked up to my table and plopped down in a chair right next to me.
"What's your name", he asked.
"Kevin", I replied.
He then asked me, why I wasn't wearing a glass, but I replied by saying, "What's your name".
"Alex", he replied.
I then answered his question, by saying that I was a new student. He then asked me if I was also new to town, I told him that I was, but then kept quiet. I finished my lunch, as he was about to ask me another question. I pretended to not hear him, and walked away. I didn't want anyone knowing about my background.
After we entered our classroom after lunch, we had didn't have that good classes; again, except for Phys ed. We all went down to the gym, laden with our school bags. Some boys gathering in groups and others walking alone. The girls, were all in one group, just talking and, well just chatting away.
My first expression when I entered the Gym, was awe. It was huge, at least 50 yards by 50 yards and had wooden flooring. It was indoors, nothing compared to the packed clay ground at my old school. The first thing that the teacher, a man told us was to put our bags down, glass away, and to make a line near the center of the gym.
He then told us that we would be playing dodgeball today. We all replied with "Yeah", "Okay", and stuff like that, but he wouldn't take that for an answer.
"Say YES MR. WRIGHT." We all said it in a puny voice. He then repeated. "Say YES MR. WRIGHT." Then we all shouted. "YES MR. WRIGHT".
He had us doing all types of exercises, until we played dodgeball. Of course we were separated from the girls, but it was kind of fun.
Then dodgeball started. We had half the gym, but we made the most of it. We played dodgeball, well until it became competitive. Their team were going on the offensive. They called a time out, and started planning. Then my team didn't do anything, but I knew that our team would lose, so I took the position as leader, and I started to plan.
By the time our planning was finished, the other team's planning was already over. So we started our plan, and of course, we dominated them. The best thing was that, though it was my first day, everyone already knew me, and they also thought of me as a leader.
At the end of the day, I climbed onto the bus, a very big blue vehicle. We got on and then, after just a few minutes we reached my stop. Which was surprisingly 23 miles from mulberry middle school.
I was starting to walk home, but something made me stop. I saw some kids, play acting. On the sidewalk. They were shouting words that made no sense, like.
Medieval glass, flash strike, no stat, and 10 percent health remaining.
It was pretty peculiar, they were all wearing a glass, they were all holding items like pencils, necklaces, and erasers.
So I went up to them and asked them a question.
"What the hell are you doing", I said.
