Unaware, chapter 1.9
Well, not yesterday, obviously. We got home just after dinner time, but I was really tired and didn't feel like thinking. So, here is the next "chapter" of Unaware. Super short... and mostly pointless. But I wanted to show just a little bit of the atmosphere at Nelene Academy outside of Rin's little bubble. ^_^;;
I'll probably have chapter 2 (the "real" beginning of the story) up tomorrow. ^_^; And maybe I'll actually get some work done on the Hanafurirou translation as well! If this head/throat thing that's been bugging me all day (that may be allergies, but may be a #&*#$ cold) doesn't get worse...
Chapter 1.9
A Short Interlude
For the most part, my first actual semester at the Academy didn't matter. I learned some stuff, though they didn't let me choose any of my classes. They didn't even tell me what sort of classes I was going to be in until the first day, not to mention the reasons they had for putting me in the classes I was in. I continued with Jay's class, though that mostly turned into a mealtime and sometimes during the day thing. But nothing really happened, except right at the beginning of the semester.
Actually, it was the first day of classes, during my first class. That class was a basic composition class, the same English class that everyone at every school has to take at some time. I didn't know anyone in the class, though that was to be expected. I had been there on the campus for a couple of months by then (though I had been allowed to go home for Christmas break between semesters), but I hadn't really spent any time with anyone besides Jay, Ed, and Adai. So really, I didn't know anyone else. I recognized several people, but that didn't mean I had names to put with the faces.
They all seemed to know who I was, though. Well, some of it. They knew my name, and they knew that I had entered the school in the middle of the semester. They didn't know that I was there on a scholarship, and because I wasn't allowed to tell them my last name (one of the rules - it apparently was to cut down on family-based fighting within the school), I couldn't tell them, since the scholarship was available to my family only. They didn't know who I was, because I was a new person, and that seemed to bother them.
That was why I had a group of four or five guys at the end of class who all approached me with menacing looks on their faces, demanding to know who my sponsor was. I had no clue what they were talking about, of course, because I couldn't remember hearing any mention of a sponsor in the entire time I had been there. I could have made a few guesses, the first being my family, and the second being Nelene himself, who was a good friend of the family based on Dad's own words, but I got the distinct feeling that either one of those answers would just make life worse for me. (And while both were true, in the end, my feeling was right, because they wouldn't have believed me if I had said Nelene, and they wouldn't have accepted my family, not knowing what family I came from.)
Instead I just told them that I wasn't sure what they were talking about, and that day I made my first enemies at the Academy. They hated me because they couldn't place me in their little chart of who ranked where, which was mostly based on against-the-rules research on people's families. I didn't hate them, of course, but I grew to dislike them over the course of the semester, as they made their hatred known more and more.
I disliked them, but they didn't bother me. They were the kind of people who I didn't care for, because they didn't seem to see beyond the surface of things. They cared more about their ranking chart than anything else, and I couldn't help but pity them because of that. If they couldn't be bothered to get to know me before deciding that I wasn't worth their time, then I couldn't be bothered to care whether they existed or not.
And that was how I spent my first real semester at the Academy.
I'll probably have chapter 2 (the "real" beginning of the story) up tomorrow. ^_^; And maybe I'll actually get some work done on the Hanafurirou translation as well! If this head/throat thing that's been bugging me all day (that may be allergies, but may be a #&*#$ cold) doesn't get worse...
Chapter 1.9
A Short Interlude
For the most part, my first actual semester at the Academy didn't matter. I learned some stuff, though they didn't let me choose any of my classes. They didn't even tell me what sort of classes I was going to be in until the first day, not to mention the reasons they had for putting me in the classes I was in. I continued with Jay's class, though that mostly turned into a mealtime and sometimes during the day thing. But nothing really happened, except right at the beginning of the semester.
Actually, it was the first day of classes, during my first class. That class was a basic composition class, the same English class that everyone at every school has to take at some time. I didn't know anyone in the class, though that was to be expected. I had been there on the campus for a couple of months by then (though I had been allowed to go home for Christmas break between semesters), but I hadn't really spent any time with anyone besides Jay, Ed, and Adai. So really, I didn't know anyone else. I recognized several people, but that didn't mean I had names to put with the faces.
They all seemed to know who I was, though. Well, some of it. They knew my name, and they knew that I had entered the school in the middle of the semester. They didn't know that I was there on a scholarship, and because I wasn't allowed to tell them my last name (one of the rules - it apparently was to cut down on family-based fighting within the school), I couldn't tell them, since the scholarship was available to my family only. They didn't know who I was, because I was a new person, and that seemed to bother them.
That was why I had a group of four or five guys at the end of class who all approached me with menacing looks on their faces, demanding to know who my sponsor was. I had no clue what they were talking about, of course, because I couldn't remember hearing any mention of a sponsor in the entire time I had been there. I could have made a few guesses, the first being my family, and the second being Nelene himself, who was a good friend of the family based on Dad's own words, but I got the distinct feeling that either one of those answers would just make life worse for me. (And while both were true, in the end, my feeling was right, because they wouldn't have believed me if I had said Nelene, and they wouldn't have accepted my family, not knowing what family I came from.)
Instead I just told them that I wasn't sure what they were talking about, and that day I made my first enemies at the Academy. They hated me because they couldn't place me in their little chart of who ranked where, which was mostly based on against-the-rules research on people's families. I didn't hate them, of course, but I grew to dislike them over the course of the semester, as they made their hatred known more and more.
I disliked them, but they didn't bother me. They were the kind of people who I didn't care for, because they didn't seem to see beyond the surface of things. They cared more about their ranking chart than anything else, and I couldn't help but pity them because of that. If they couldn't be bothered to get to know me before deciding that I wasn't worth their time, then I couldn't be bothered to care whether they existed or not.
And that was how I spent my first real semester at the Academy.