The Anonymous

Chapter 2: Alice

Shannon's POV

I hit the off button of my alarm clock when it started beeping, then I faced the mirror again and carried on with what I'm doing. I woke up earlier than usual because I have a lot of school work to do and being late won't help me.

I brush my long red hair as I stare at my own reflection on the mirror. I softly caress the scar on my left arm, it is proof that the life I have right now is a second chance. I covered it with a concealer before putting on my uniform.

Our uniform is a combination of gold and black. The uniform for us girls is a fitted v-neck blouse with a baby sleeve and golden ruffles on the neck paired with a black and gold plaid skirt, while the uniform for the boys is a gold button down long sleeves paired with a black coat and slacks with a gold line on the sides.

I grabbed my stuff before leaving my room and closing the door behind me. Our dorm is a simple arched cabin painted with blue and white. It consists of two rooms, a bathroom for each room, a small kitchen and a small living room. I'd rather live in a house like this than to live in those big penthouses in those huge buildings that those filthy-rich people owned.

I immediately ran when I saw that the bus would leave in about two minutes. "Ugh! Why did I have to take this course!" I hiss under my breath as I carry the heavy art materials in both hands.

"WAIT!" I shout in panic as I see the doors closing but luckily, a thick book suddenly blocks the door sensors causing it to open again. I slightly smile as a token of gratitude towards the guy who's also wearing our school uniform. He just nods at me and fixes his thick rimmed glasses before continuing to read his book.

I heave a sigh of relief as I sit comfortably on an available seat.

"Next stop, Huxley University."

I gathered my things before getting off the bus with the other students.

Huxley University is one of the most prestigious educational institutions in the world. The grandeur and splendor architectural design of the buildings embodies sophistication and opulence. It has a hexagonal shape with huge buildings and extended hallways on each side, each building is a forty storeys tall that is made of laminated self-cleaning prism glasses which use ultraviolet and hydrophilic methods to catalyse dirt and grime. The school is well known around the world not just because of its extravagant appearance, but also because of its revolutionary technologies, advanced features, and how the students and teachers pioneered a number of innovative teachings.

I ran in the long hallway of Polaris towards the Apollo building where my first class is. I was beyond thankful when I saw that the class has not yet started and there's still a lot of good spots left. I decided to sit at the far end of the classroom. There are a lot of elites in this school so I also have some elite and erile classmates in this subject. It's such a bummer that Milly doesn't take this class.

I just brought out my stuff and continued sketching the design of my house for our project. I should really arrange my priorities.

Only a few students stood up, including me, when the professor arrived. He motions us to sit down, and we did. "Good morning, class. So, our topic for today is about revolutionary arts. Do any of you have an idea what is a revolutionary art? Anyone?"

Silence envelopes the room until one of my classmates, a commoner, raises her hand.

"Yes, miss?"

"It is a timeless kind of art, sir. It is a genuine art made out of crude ideas and emotional ventures that the artist transpired herself in with courage. It is one of the most beautiful types of art for me, sir."