“HISTORY!?” Cassandra yells as she asks one of her classmates about the subject. On that note, she also receives her class schedule from fellow students as they educate her back again to know what was on her schedule separately.
‘Why the fuck did she take fashion designing as well!? What the hell, Cassandra!?’
“Will there be any provision for me to change my uh… streams?” She was unsure of what they were even called.
“Nope. Gotta stick to it for the rest of the Highschool babes.” Says the boy. He was gay, she knew that much from the way he was acting.
Suddenly, all the students scatter back into their places when the said history subject teacher enters.
Cassandra, within five minutes of her classes, held her head and made various expressions which suggested that everything was going above her head. The teacher comes over to her desk several times, confused how her learning style changed over the weekend.
“Alright then. That’s all for the day. If anyone had any doubts- anyone, approach me to the desk.” As the direction goes to Cassandra indirectly, Mr. Zen, their History professor leaves.
She bangs her head on the desk, stressed than her own examinations she had to give in her timeline. Packing her bags haphazardly, throwing in all contents like a will animal, Cassandra drags her feet across the floor to go to the gym class.
It was, upon discussion, said to be the worst period in the history of schooling ever. That’s what her ‘friend’ Peter says to Cassandra.
“But why not?” She argues with him. Physical health was always tanking top for Cassandra.
“Girl, what’s gotten into you? You always read books and shit but now you wanna play? Did you hit your head or sumth’?” The guy asks, chewing loudly on his rich flavored chewing gum. Inhaling the sweet cherry flavored air, Cassandra clears her throat and denies his allegations.
“I got a fever in the weekend, that’s all.” Says Cassandra.
“Well, here we are, stranger.” Opening the door wider for his thickness, Peter loudly introduces himself as well as her, embarrassing her further.
“Let the new bird join our nest! Don’t believe me that she lost her mind? Ask her about your past with her!” Says Peter, encouraging things when Cassandra assimilated the situation and began panicking the worst she can. She would be in huge trouble if that ever happened.
But her fellow classmates only pft at her and him, she was saved.
“Ouch!” Cassandra slaps the boy’s arm.
“Don’t ever do that again.”
“Oh~ feisty mama! I likey.” He drags, Cassandra makes a face she couldn’t resist making at his cringe. Moreover, the PE teacher comes from his cabin, sweating and in rayon. He must be dying inside, she thought while judging his attire.
“Well, do play whatever you want BUT! Keep them back, a’ight? Scram!” Boys crazily disperse as Cassandra loses interest on the whole. This promoted groupism and Cassandra was not fitting into any of the groups.
Hence, her anticipated class had gone to trash.
On the other hand, in the college B-Block campus, the curious boy sneaks into the reception and lures out the receptionist. He was a thousand percent sure he would find the directories of all students in the campus.
He checks for Cassandra’s name, as well as all the brothers and some important acquaintances he must know. He didn’t know who the friends of Zayn were, but he confirms that three of the brothers went to the same block; Zayn (himself), Alex and Nick.
Nick had a science major whilst Alex had an arts major, the stark difference seen in many spheres as well. Taking pictures of all the identities he thought will make a difference in his knowledge about this world, he quickly sneaks back out before the lousy receptionist returned to her chair.
He successfully skipped his first class, attending the second class fervidly. However, he discovers he did have a gang in this block. He was part of a study group who were fanatics of church works and books. His first thought was to get himself out of the club or group- whatever it was called and save himself the embarrassment of erased knowledge. However, the topic of rebirth occurs to him again.
What if he found theories of this Era and tried to solve the mystery behind the entities controlling their time travel? It was spine-chilling to even think about it, but he knew he must do it for the sake of getting themselves out of here.
Mr. Genius after the third hour skips to the common cafeteria at the center of the building, connecting all four blocks as a giant passage. Zayn chuckles as he sees his girlfriend.
Yet… she seems to be chilling and chirping well with her new friends. He raises an eyebrow at how physical the two were getting with each other. He couldn’t help but roll his tongue in his cheek, sighing and rolling his eyes. He packs himself a tray of good versatile food.
Arrabiata pasta, guacamole and fish, chickpea dry chips and a glass of freshly squeezed lemon juice. The day couldn’t progress to be any better than cafeteria snack hour. 25 minutes of time gave him more joy and satisfaction than the hours long stale food from his house back in 2057.
Sure, the Johnson siblings household had a very lively kitchen with Louis as its michelin operator, but he appreciated the quality and quantity of food given for 20$, roughly.
“Hi, Zayn!” Says Cassandra, sitting on the table beside him with a pack of strawberry milk. He was proud of her, since she didn’t sit beside him and raise speculations.
“We’re both a little famous in our blocks, I see. Watch out for Darla and the other girl… I forgot her name.”
“She’s from my class?” Asks Cassandra.
“Yeah. She and her brother are in your class and they’re filthy rich.” Says Zayn.
“Richer than your grandpa?” Cassandra smirks. Zayn’s smirk beats hers as he says, “No businessman can compete with my ol’ man.”