I nearly said something I had regretted and longed for forgiveness.
Folding the letter and putting it back in the envelope, I sighed. That was only half of the letter and I had myself worried with my own thoughts. It had only been half an hour. From my town, it took at least two hours via train. I woke up at five. It was my usual routine so it didn’t affect me much.
A yawn was released.
There was barely anybody on the train, and their eyes kept on averting back to me, a new St. Arkive student. Some of them looked anxious. One of them was a middle-aged business man, he pulled his town down and later on fixed it so he could tug it again. Was it really that nerve wrecking to sit in the same train with a St. Arkive student? Whatever the case, I scared them off with my intent looks.
An hour passed after that little amusement.
The train was near to St. Arkive. I could tell by the swarms of students rushing in. It was noisy.
Like a miracle, I was the first to leave even though I sat on the side benches. I carried a compact luggage on wheels—along with my school bag—that I dragged along.
Oh, they weren’t kidding when they bragged about how St. Arkive occupied twenty-five percent of the island. It was the size of China, the island, if I had to give out an example.
When I got out of the train and left the station, I moved with the crowd until they finally placed me at the academy. I could see the school all the way from the station. And the distance was three blocks away.
Standing at nearly thirty-one feet high, forty feet long, and fifty-two feet wide, my eyes remained attached to it. It was split into two large building with three floors, each had hallways connected. And even though it was built in the ninety’s, I couldn’t help but to be surprised at how clean it appeared. Sure, it might be painted over multiple times.
I remembered that I hadn’t entered through the gate yet. Right now, I was an obstacle being pushed by the ongoing waves of students. I moved on my own and strode toward the gate. There, a flash of fake auburn made me eyed the boy standing against the wall of the gate. It was Tyler, standing there with his casual look, swooning all the girls with it. He continuously eyed left to right, searching. Probably me. And I was right. I’m always right.
“Vallerie!” he cried with glee.
The boy’s school uniform consisted of a sweater over their white dress shirt and black pants with crow dress shoes. The sweater also came with a sweater vest, which was what Tyler was wearing. The front of it had a sky and cinereous diamond pattern with an inky background. On the right side of the chest was the symbol of St. Arkive, a gold—and beautifully decorated on the surrounding—cross. Although it would seem to stick out, the one who stitched these sweaters made it blend in perfectly.
For the girl’s, the cross was placed on their right shoulder of both sweaters and dress shirt (the boys didn’t have any on their shirt). The skirt was in a teal and ashy plaid also. Both of the uniform had an ocean-colored tie, the boy’s went down to their stomach while the girl’s was up to their lower chest.