Suri Nightingale
I’m pleased to see a familiar–and pleasant–face out of a room filled with judging and confused stares as I walk through the door of my first class – English Literature.
Surprisingly, there was no teacher yet so I took my time taking in my surroundings.
The classroom is just as expensive-looking as every other thing in this whole place is with a see-through ceiling, wide circular windows, and blue shadow marble slabs as flooring. With the sunlight coming from the windows directly hitting the blue marble, the whole place looks like we’re floating in outer space.
I don’t know what they were going for here, but if it’s an advanced spaceship like the Starship Enterprise from Star Trek then they did a pretty damn good job. Never in my life would I imagine myself studying
