"Brrriiing!" The alarm clock echoed through the room, bouncing off the concrete walls.Looks like those wallpaper people were wrong; the sound DOES reverberate, but that still did not wake me up.This is supposed to be the second term of St. Pigeonation's, the academy now meant for females of all kinds, but not cross dressers,so why was I waking up late. I could find no reason.
"Ugh! I woke up late again?! Hopefully today will be a better day than the end of the First Term." I muttered. This lateness happened in First Term, and it'll happen again this time. No use dawdling, so I donned my uniform and rushed to school.
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A boy goes up to the girl sitting upright in the hospital bed. The only boy in St. Pigeonation's.
"Peyton, you're okay, right?" The boy asks. The girl flashes a sly smile.
"Yes, I'm okay, Timmy. There was nothing wrong, just a usual headache." The girl replies back. The boy reaches over to stroke the girl's brown hair gently, but stops.
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"Waaaaaaaahhhh! I'm here!" I shout as I burst through the classroom with the numbers 2-3 on the inscription plaque. Only Claudia, the French exchange student, and Mrs. Granger, the teacher, notice me fly through.
"Late on the first day? You are pathetic, just like every other student here." Claudia bluffs out in that heavy French accent. But, she's so annoying that I would slap the blush and eye liner right off her face any day.
"Okay, class, settle down. Now, I will teach you all about the Gender Split." Mrs, Granger shouts to get the class's attention.
"Now you plan to teach us this? How pathetic." Claudia sighs.
But, Mrs. Granger ignored her comment. " There was something called a mixed class, and once the female council heard about this, they started an uprising to end the male council's evil laws. All girls mixed into the male community, which was all of them, were immediately rushed out of the nation and moved to a far yet close island where this nation was formed. Men then learned of our relocation and traveled to the island, where many women lost their lives. One girl's mother was killed, and she was a scientist. Another scientist found the girl unharmed and led her to the Lab, where the now-man-deadly Charon Virus was transferred to the child's body. Two soldiers transferred the girl to the man's nation, where she wiped out half of the population before the diseased consumed her whole. The disease was never seen again-" The bell cut the lecture off.
"Peyton, could you get out paper box from the main office?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Sure, anything to help." I happily respond back. I find my way to the main office soon after.
"If I were a specifically marked paper box, where would I be?" I ask myself. My hand finds the 2-3 box.
"Whew! This is heavy! I guess a box filled with only paper isn't exactly light." I huffed. Boy, was I wrong. I carry the box back to class and set it on the teacher's desk.
"Peyton, did you cut yourself. Your right are is bleeding." Mrs, Granger points to the blood on my right forearm.
"I don't think I did. It doesn't hurt, and this isn't my blood." That's when I notice a small puddle of blood oozing out of a corner of the box. My stomach churns as Mrs. Granger opens the box. I have the undying feeling that something forsaken was in the box, and that I knew this thing well. Both flaps of the box fly open, and other than bloodstained paper, a human head was inside the box, the face covered in blood. Some details were still seen, yet I knew who he was.
"Timmy." I softly said, choked by the fear and sadness that began to swallow me whole.
"Ugh! I woke up late again?! Hopefully today will be a better day than the end of the First Term." I muttered. This lateness happened in First Term, and it'll happen again this time. No use dawdling, so I donned my uniform and rushed to school.
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A boy goes up to the girl sitting upright in the hospital bed. The only boy in St. Pigeonation's.
"Peyton, you're okay, right?" The boy asks. The girl flashes a sly smile.
"Yes, I'm okay, Timmy. There was nothing wrong, just a usual headache." The girl replies back. The boy reaches over to stroke the girl's brown hair gently, but stops.
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"Waaaaaaaahhhh! I'm here!" I shout as I burst through the classroom with the numbers 2-3 on the inscription plaque. Only Claudia, the French exchange student, and Mrs. Granger, the teacher, notice me fly through.
"Late on the first day? You are pathetic, just like every other student here." Claudia bluffs out in that heavy French accent. But, she's so annoying that I would slap the blush and eye liner right off her face any day.
"Okay, class, settle down. Now, I will teach you all about the Gender Split." Mrs, Granger shouts to get the class's attention.
"Now you plan to teach us this? How pathetic." Claudia sighs.
But, Mrs. Granger ignored her comment. " There was something called a mixed class, and once the female council heard about this, they started an uprising to end the male council's evil laws. All girls mixed into the male community, which was all of them, were immediately rushed out of the nation and moved to a far yet close island where this nation was formed. Men then learned of our relocation and traveled to the island, where many women lost their lives. One girl's mother was killed, and she was a scientist. Another scientist found the girl unharmed and led her to the Lab, where the now-man-deadly Charon Virus was transferred to the child's body. Two soldiers transferred the girl to the man's nation, where she wiped out half of the population before the diseased consumed her whole. The disease was never seen again-" The bell cut the lecture off.
"Peyton, could you get out paper box from the main office?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Sure, anything to help." I happily respond back. I find my way to the main office soon after.
"If I were a specifically marked paper box, where would I be?" I ask myself. My hand finds the 2-3 box.
"Whew! This is heavy! I guess a box filled with only paper isn't exactly light." I huffed. Boy, was I wrong. I carry the box back to class and set it on the teacher's desk.
"Peyton, did you cut yourself. Your right are is bleeding." Mrs, Granger points to the blood on my right forearm.
"I don't think I did. It doesn't hurt, and this isn't my blood." That's when I notice a small puddle of blood oozing out of a corner of the box. My stomach churns as Mrs. Granger opens the box. I have the undying feeling that something forsaken was in the box, and that I knew this thing well. Both flaps of the box fly open, and other than bloodstained paper, a human head was inside the box, the face covered in blood. Some details were still seen, yet I knew who he was.
"Timmy." I softly said, choked by the fear and sadness that began to swallow me whole.