Chapter Four
Fleur de Fur
(Forget me not)
Let's span over a period of time, or rather I can only remember fragments of my new life. In the year that I was 16, I felt that I served a purpose in this vast town. I could fell its grandiosity claiming my every being and desires to actually make myself of something besides an artist. It was this year that I completed my senior class at high school, and was bound on my way to go to college the following semester at the Sheol Academy of Fine Arts. But I felt that something was unclear to me here. For the first time I yearned more. I never felt such an aspiring notion to become more than a creator of the medias. It was never in my mind to meet people that would forever change me and to rival with those that may have become possibly the biggest influential teachers that I could possibly come to pass upon.
You must remember that here the legal age to become an adult is approximately 15 years of age, so it is natural to be enrolled in college at this present time. I mean I'm nowhere from being the youngest in my class but I must never fail to admit that valedictorian was damn well in my hands (or so it seemed).
Time: nine fifty-one a.m.
My first day here and I'm already in a jumble as to where my classes are. And to make it worse, I had to go to the counselor because my "outfit regulated official dress code and must be resolved immediately". So that was twenty-five minutes suspended from my curriculum.
Let me go on to describe the vast campus grounds:
Everything was well kempt and placed in exact unity with the wings of the city, north, west, east and further north. It was a well-developed plan that every building of mass proportions must apply to or it was to be permanently shut down for disregarding the old myth of sacrilegious standards. In every room it was considered that triangles be considered instead of the formal four-corners. This was also a rule that was never to be denounced or forgotten. It was very strict on such claims. All desks were fashioned to be neatly triangular and to be placed according to alphabetical order in this exact fashion which was to never exceed a total of twenty-eight. And there never were any "extra students" or "one less". The faculty made perfectly sure that there was an equal distribution of pupils in each class.
So as I was saying, I was already late, twenty-five minutes late at that. And to make matters worse, the counselor never mailed me my block schedule. What a great day this is going to be.
I ran to the lobby and searched for any signs of classroom postings, or student lists that may serve as help to finding my classes.
So down the list I searched:
Morning, Kyle
Mossre, Valerie
Mourn, Krysalis-
Block "A"
1st-Physical Education
2nd-Business Law
3rd-Commercial Arts/History
4th-Open Campus/Lunch
5th-Social Enrichment
"So P.E. huh… which floor?"
…
Outer Wing-N. North- Instructor- Natas Mesistophilles Bubezel…
"Natas…"
Hmmm, Natas; why does that name sound so fucking familiar. I was enthralled as to why someone with such a high position was my Physical Teacher. Well you know who he is. Without any doubt at all as to whom he is but you must remember that I don't remember a thing. Nothing at all out of the ordinary except that his name was so familiar. Oh well.
So I walked, and walked, with only about one hour left in my class period. Looks like another referral for me huh.
Finally I've reached my destination, and much to my surprise, I was all-alone.
The gym was very unique. It was the only place that I came across that wasn't triangular in any means except for the tiles. I mean everything was everything I had expected out of a real gym. Regular equipment, lockers, shower, and etc. but why was I the only one there. Was there some reason as to why I was left to be alone in this colossal room? Oh great… did I miss the entire period already?
"I FUCKING HATE IT HERE!!! IT SEEMS AS IF EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE A PRETTY SHITTY DAY HUH!!!"
"Hold your temper to yourself dear child. You know that you are still under the rules of this campus regardless of what you did in the past in your old school. I mean if all else, I can have you expelled and further more ban you from ever returning to this place at any time…"
Who was that? How do he dare have the nerve to… oh great. I think this must be my instructor.
"I apologize sir. It's just that everything isn't going so well for me at the current moment. Can you please direct me as to where Mr. Natas is so I can talk to him about this schedule?"
Then there was a moment of silence. Silence which I could never again forget, and it was as if a drop of water had hit the pond, he finally replied…
"I guess you didn't know huh? You are talking to him."
… How can I explain this? I never expected him to be so young. I mean from what I had read on the pamphlets that was sent to me, I could have sworn that it said that he was exactly sixty-four years of age, but the Natas that I am gazing at looks as if he is twenty-nine. This was quite unexpected for a clad figure with long black hair, great muscular figure, and eyes (oh those eyes) so blue and for a Negro at that. I must say this… this place is too weird.
"Well sir, if you don't mind me calling you that…"
"Please, call me Natas if you don't mind."
So manner able but I guess it comes naturally with age.
"Natas… Can you fix this confusion with my block schedule? It says that I go to Physical Education today but why isn't anyone here at the moment? Have I missed out on a event, is class over, or is this the wrong day to be here today?"
"If at all else, Ms.; what was your name again?"
"Never mentioned it. High, my name is Mourn, Krysalis Mourn."
"Krysalis Mourn. What an elegant name. Well, to be honest with you, today is actually block letter "C". On "C", you are to have the first period off and so forth with the rest of the day. It's more like a study day, because of the overloading of classes on the new students. But in the next two days, you will continue as normal on your regular block period and so forth. So how do you like it here?"
"Did I fail to mention the fact that I hated it here already? Oh well I guess it will grow on me in time huh?"
"Yeah, but in the mean time, take a tour around a bit. It will freshen you up on where everything is. Usually it's recommended that the new pupils visit the teachers and suck up to them a bit. But you didn't here that from me now ok."
"Yeah, thanks. Oh by the way, can you tell me a little bit on Ms. Jacobs, of the Social Enhancement? And what is S.E. anyways?"
"Oh goodness, I couldn't tell you. Hmmm. I figure that's the new class that the teachers were discussing earlier before opening the facilities. How about you try talking to her now. She should be in the old Arithmetic class on the second floor on the west wing."
Great another trip around the campus. I really enjoy these scenic routes!
"Thanks, and again I'm sorry for being so rude earlier. It won't happen again!"
"Just between you and me… I was only fooling. I just wanted to make it look like I was being a good disciplinarian at the moment. I mean I never really get onto people; I just want to keep this job. What other place pays 50,000 hekworks a year huh? Oh well enjoy your stay here and please feel free to visit anytime you need help around. Until then I'm off to the lounge."
So this is it huh. A day with no problems but my own. I'm such a bitch…
So what can I do now? Oh yeah, time to visit the Social Enricnment teacher. Hmm. I wonder what she is like. Ms. Jacobs…
As I stand in a daze I can just about imagine someone very odd to me. A tall woman of long auburn hair accented with blond highlights. To match are effervescent emerald eyes that entice your mind with puzzling thoughts. As well as her figure is concerned; she is perfect with her light chocolate skin, with beautiful lips of cinnamon brown to match. She stands as if she is ready to take on the world and drop them dead with her looks.
As I begin to think of her more and more, I begin to look at myself and in disgust, begin to sigh some more. I wonder how old she is too. Oh well, I can only guess that she is young or else she wouldn't be a new teacher here.
After nearly thirty minutes of walking, I finally reached her room, and to my surprise, she was exactly as I had pictured her. Every little detail down to the fullest was not to be excluded at all. Is this place an illusion? How come I felt as if I had remembered these people? Had I once stumbled on them in the city or met them at a younger age in my life. And if so, what influence did they have. No the real question is, what influence were they going to be to me. Only time, will tell. So fleur de fur; forget me not. That was my quote for the day, and possibly for the longest time to come…
