The Life of Nyx

The Sunshine

Something is kept ringing near my ear. My alarm clock? ,not again. I wish I could wake up in the mornings as fresh as I do in the middle of the night. With pretty much effort , I opened my eyes. The night faded, the soft white light rays from the window were replaced by bright orange rays, the sun rose. My eyes staring at the clock which is about to hit 6:00am , i wondered at what early hour I slept today.

Despite all the fatigue, i got into my usual routine, freshened up, prepared my breakfast part of which , is going to be my lunch. I examined my reflection through the mirror. Last night, it wasn't a usual normal dream. If I remember it well, A lucid dream, right ? . That royalty adds more effect, the dark circles under my eyes became even more pitch matching the intensity of scars on my body. For the strength gained by me last night, it looks like I have to swallow an extra pill to keep my posture.

What would a student search first to pack his/her school bag? Books, probable answer. For me, it's my meds, piles and piles and then it just goes on.

All set, time to leave for the highschool. I locked the door of my room, even though I am pretty sure that no thief would be intrested to visit this old torn down apartment. After a 20 minutes of walk , I reached my destination. As always, the sound of opening the locks by the guard and the good morning wishes of birds nearby could only be heard. Of course who would like to come 1 hour before the ideal arrival time.My wrist watch vibrated for once, it must be 7:00am. I walked through the calm area, listening to the sound of the mosit soil beneath my shoes. I really like it this way, even though it doesn't bring me that pure joy I am seeking for. Just me and myself. There, I entered the library, like if it's my personal room in the mansion. To give a thought, it indeed is true. This place can only be remembered at best when you are searching for a hiding place during hide and seek. Despite all the classroom and areas with perfect hygiene and conditions , my apartment looks would be a better comparison to this library area.

There's no complaining in that, since this room doesn't provide much and few spiders here and there aren't so attractive either. Seriously, who would imagine a classroom sized library holding barely hundred books just scattered around, most of them being children's story books. The rest are geography reference maps, biographies of some important personalities and some logical puzzles. That's it, there's seriously no other genre. Books aren't the reason i am here, it's a sense of feeling that i am in my own personal space, a solitary one.

There, gossip can be heard from the corridor. Looks like someone forgot their math homework which i just completed here in this hour. I packed my books and compass in my bag leaving only a capsule strip and water bottle on the table. I popped one and tossed into my mouth, gulping down with water. Footsteps started to increase, the number of students seems to have increased just well. I left the library ,joining other footsteps and reached the classroom. There, my classroom consists of one person who comes an hour before the bell, half who just reach on time, the other half who never bother to come, save for sports day and examination days.

Except for a few general good morning wishes, i don't have to cope up with long talk. Almost everyone works in groups or pairs, discussing the latest dramas, trending t****k, snap streaks and sometimes study doubts. The one who seems to sit alone would just eavesdrop on them making their time pass.

Honestly, to me these people in my class, who attend daily , never actually felt like they have an intellectual to live in the world. Most of them are kindergarten chicks. I mean what more could they think of , rather than t****k trends. Contradictorily, the ones who tend to be absent often, though they are not good charms in academics they seem to have different thinking types. One always keeps working his butt off in the football game. Apart from his current stats, he's at least making progress. Another guy for whom, people never show much interest just because of his looks, is one of the city's top cyber hackers. People would have known this if they had given a glance to the newspaper instead of the latest movies on the browser and the guy too might have other important business to deal with, instead of gaining popularity within these sheep. Very few manipulative minds, to mention only two people of the entire hundred of a class , blends with these rotten brains, effectively managing to turn the situation to their advantage.

I just observe, silently. Not like i don't want to be a normal person and get a friends group, but the personality difference is way too large to adjust, gradually making my interest lose. Yet i still hope, after all, my goal is to experience life..

All the noise was reduced to a great level. Everyone arranged themselves to their seats and wished the professor. Just when the class was about to begin, the silence became more loud with the entry of the principal. After the formal introduction, everyone kept their senses onto him. He then started talking , directly to the point.

"The average score of your class is getting reduced badly. This time, strict discipline has to be maintained. Your class will be divided in groups and the tasks will accordingly vary. The one who fails to perform the tasks or tends to lose progress will have to give their presence in the cabin along with parents. Thankyou".

It's been a long time since the principal remembered he had a high school. Basically, the warning here is to increase your scores, the reward you gain for not obeying is a coffee date with principal along with your parents. Everyone's focus is not on the tasks but the fear of word- parents, which makes me a safe card. Even though if I do tend to visit the cabin alone, there's nothing he could do to do a student who possesses a sympathy card of girl orphan.

The next day almost full strength attended, which made me stressed due to sudden reduction in oxygen levels, not to mention, the class stinks a bit too.

The class is now divided into three tiers - O- A grade group, B-C grade group and at last the remaining to D- F grade.

I have the tendency to be the strongest in the B-C group or the weakest in the top O-A tier.

The first two groups were given common tasks. The last group has distinctly easy but more number of tasks. Everyone seemed to focus under the control of fear. A few hours later, I noticed a girl beside me in D tier , seeming extremely stressed. She just bowed her head into the notebook, eyes tightly closed, the left hand fist clenched, the right hand having firm hold onto the pen and she was muttering something. A prayer?, probably. I peeked onto her notes , to find the same sum written multiple times unable to get the correct answer. She applied the wrong formula I guess.To add more, even though wrong, the same formula being applied to all the attempted sums resulted in different answers. The meaning, she's not so good at calculations either. Being pretty unbothered to know my classmates names, I don't remember this girl's name as well. I pointed to her notebook and cleared the mistake. She looked pretty relieved. I glanced over the notebook cover, to find her name. It reads " Aurora " . Not a few minutes passed, she turned to me, and with a low struggling voice she asked " H-Hey I want to ask you something " . To which I replied in an unconcerned tone "Another doubt?" She said "Not exactly". I thought to myself, what's that supposed to mean?