Chief Piece-Surya

I have no idea what I am doing here. They just dropped me off here (as part of the routine set by the Combine). I don’t understand though, why here? Why Kingswood Oxford School. When the bus dropped me off, I was immediately welcomed by a group of construction workers who were (attempting) to work on a building apparently named Roberts. The workers were sweaty like they had just stepped out of a sauna. They gave me a smile that was the most obscure thing you ever saw and It made me feel paranoid almost and nowadays the workers are a lot less friendly, not that they have a reason to be friendly to others because they work with as much pay as my dead grandmother gets payed. As I walk past them I look at their face with disgust  and empathy as they too, are part of The Combine.

I was ushered by many of the passing students and busy teachers and focused business people trying to find the principal. The chaos was too much for me to handle. It’s like I am in the middle of a school full of fish and I am the lone guppy trying to seem like I belong. I see their faces with malice and it scares me. I feel shockwaves in the back of my neck and it quite stings every second. I booked it for the nearest class I could find, to deviate myself from all the chaos. I step into the classroom and an immediate gave from all the students hit me like a slap in the face. The teacher shakes my hand and tells me to sit down. I sit down and the kid next to me is wearing a polo and shorts. I looked down at his left ankle and it was very different. It was dry first of all. You could tell that he needed a lot of lotion to cover it up, scratch marks all over it, a little blood. It was kind of red as though he had to just recover from a rash. It was different. Every 5 seconds he would try to itch it. He seemed very uneasy, antsy, twitchy. As I gazed away, everyone jolted up from their seats. It was time to move to the next class. As I got up from my seat and left the class, everyone was walking around. It felt like I was shoved into a box. I couldn’t handle the amount of movement and regularity these kids were following. They all were slaves to the Combine. I couldn’t take it anymore. I immediately sprinted out to the football field and as fast as I could out somewhere. I heard noises and people coming to chase after me, to bring me back. The escape was worth the try.