Chapter 31 - Pablum, Not a Complaint Letter (1/2)
[POV of an Academy's random student.]
”There was a time when everything was easier, friends. When school meant something and we, students, and teachers were together united for a better future. But where is all that now? Where did it go? Look at all of you, just conforming with just this… don't you want more, fellows? Don't you think we need a change?!”
”Yes!”
”Don't you think we are worthy of a better future?”
”Yes!”
”We do it for all the people of our nations, for them to have the best leaders, the most outstanding people guiding them to freedom of thought, to a more prosperous and just land to live!”
”Yes!”
”Then follow me and let's go demand justice for our stomachs and… freedom!”
”Yes!”
This is so inspiring.
On the first day of school, we, the new students had the pŀėȧsurė to meet a celebrity, a famous girl around the continent, Princess Anne Du Lith. The rumors were that she was smart and confident, even benevolent and gracious, but more than anything, beautiful.
My name is Eliot, a new fan of Princess Anne. I hope she can give me an autograph after we settle the kitchen issue. I didn't even know that we were deprived of the greatest pŀėȧsurė of them all after the Princess come to the school.
She stood on top of the table with her blue uniform and with the help of her two knights, the incredible and mysterious Henry, son of the Duke of Mills, a rumored mighty hero. Some say that Henry is the exact copy of the Duke and that scares me. Henry is mysterious and has this inquisitive look as if he was seeing through things and thoughts. I bet he inherited that from the Duke, his father… *gulp*
Then the other one is even more terrifying, I can even look at that knight's face as I will end up paralyzed like the others around. She is called Moira, a member of Princess Anne's first club, and an extraordinary beauty. If Princess Anne has the appearance of a lovely leader with her red hair floating around and her angel wings on her back with her big golden eyes shining and her lips smiling innocently and for the rightful purposes… sigh… Miss Moira is the exact opposite. Long black hair that seemed as soft as porcelain, always tied up in a ponytail without any strand in disorder. Her face was a bit pale but at the same time with delicate features, however, what was more astonishing about her were her beautiful red eyes that could hypnotize whoever dared to see her.
I can't believe that such beauties came to the Academy, and I can't believe that I have the fortune of sharing the same year with them.
Now we are going to demand the school in the name of the dessert bar in the cafeteria. We will ask to have the delicacies our stomachs deserve, wait, what?
”Let's go!”
”Yes!”
”For the croissants!”
”Yes!”
”For the chocolate cake!”
”Yes…”
”For the fruit tart!”