The school building was a white oblong at the front with a central tower. It like many things on this island looked like it should have been if California as much as here. In the sudden cool cloudiness of the September morn it looked down right depressed it’s griminess exposed to the world as it was. There was so much activity outside the school as she tried not to get run over. You’d think on an island this small people would have heard of walking or cycling but no. Everyone had a car and everyone drove to school it seemed. She here self had walked from her town flat. It had taken twenty minutes. For here until you got to three quarters of an hour you might as well walk. It made sense, less on insurance and fuel and such; peaceful as well just you and your two feet.
The all moved slowly to the door and into the giant atrium. She was hazy on schools we didn’t remember much of her last one but it had looked nothing like this. It had been all blocky and rooms everywhere this place took open plan to a new level. There were computers in small screened off areas in the wide corridors. You could probably fit two r three cars across some of them. Waste of space. Her urban mind set added in. forgetting that despite the islands size the school wasn’t going need to take much in the way of extra students anytime soon and they were in no way struggling for space.
The school only had four years but there was a clear division. Year tens and elevens lounged in disarrayed uniform while sixth form wandered in jeans and t-shirt the girls often in belt like shirts. She let out a small chuckle at this. The uniform regulations as they had come in the post had said several things were completely unacceptable:
Jeans or any denim
Skirts more than two inches above the knee
Well Cassy was glad she had ignored that pulling on jeans and a t-shirt with a light summer jacket. Everyone went to their regular haunts it seemed or bunched up with groups of friends they had come with. Only a few like Cassy stood alone in the halls ways. Most starred at room numbers, maps and timetables in hope of locating their form. Cassy though had memorised her timetable and after a few minutes realised that her room was a Geography room and nothing of that sort was on the ground for so turning she headed up the stairs. She didn’t know where else to go. She had missed the induction day so there was no one she knew.
She dropped her satchel next to her seat and sat with her legs stretched out in front of her crossed at the ankles and hands folded over her stomach.
“Oh, get over it Alf. If you will come in to school dressed like that the teachers will murder you for it.”
“So it’s fine that the chicks wander round in skirts so short you don’t have to look down to see their thongs but I can’t wear a bloody coat.”
“Yeah well, would you complain if you were one of those dirty old men?” The boy in the long black coat dressed in black but not full Goth clothes laughed at that.
“No, I guess not.” Behind him stood another boy the same height somewhere around six foot wearing a pale blue shirt open at the collar and black slacks. The black coat sat down near the back face instantly shifting and settling in to a bored look. The other stepped up to the desk at the front and dropped his bag next to it before pulling out a register. He had an ID tag around his neck. Cassy’s brain kicked in to over drive in to action at this odd student/teacher conversation as the first few names slipped off the register and answers came from around the room.
Kajos: So what do people think?