3 Chapter 3 (1/2)

”Identification please.” a cold voice caught my attention.

I was standing before a majestic building that seemed to reach the heavens peak with its daunted height.

”ZOOM!” the cab i just hop out vanished in a speedy blast of tires. Overhead was the various shapes and sizes of the flying ships that only the rich can afford.

”Good morning, Sir!” I smiled and levelled my head to gaze at a handsome man.

”Identification. Please.” The man emphasized his words a second time.

”I'm sorry. Here's my ID, Sir.” I replied and got a rectangular thin object from my wallet. These dumb machines, I cursed inside.

”Welcome to the School of the Gifted, Mr. Everhart. You may enter.” the man visibly warmed up his tone the moment he'd confirmed my identity.

”Thank you, Sir.” I replied politely and bowed my head a little. Showing a bit of courtesy could maintain my facade well enough.

I was not foolish to believe that only one pair of eyes were looking at me at the moment. My steps took me past the huge gates of the school and into its inner sanctum.

After the initial division of the outside surface to what was hidden behind the veil of its tall walls, I could finally see a soul other than mine.

Children the same age as me walked these halls in the hundreds. Still, i gave them no mind other than a mere cursory glance.

My eyes particularly roamed the nubile bodies of the teenagers. They were hot and tight. And I could feel myself hardened in anticipation of what was to come.

But I held my impulses in check since i have all the time in the world to plunder them all. HAHAHA!

These beauties shall all belong to me and i will sate my desires fully after everything else i needed to do first.

I thought and the promise of tomorrow pleased me to no end.

”How can i help you, Mr. Everhart?” a young woman with the same accent and expression as that man in the gates asked.

I stood in front of the many receiving outlets that dominated the scene to accommodate the flood of would be students.

”Good morning, ma'am. I want to enrol in this school.” i said my purpose in coming.

”I checked your records, Mr. Everhart. It says here that you have an appointment in the University of Abalet this morning. Are you sure you want to enrol here?” she promptly responded after a two second pause.

”So you read my bio? What a smart bitch!” I noted wordlessly and kept a calm face outside.

”Yes, ma'am.” i affirmed.

”Okay. Please follow me to take the tests in order to gauge your qualifications in applying in this school.”