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P.O.V: Jule

The symphony of harmony chimed throughout the room and over spilled into the hallway. The luxury of sweet notes transformed the environment into a royal performance.

And then the bell rang, draining it all in an instant. The brown haired male stood up abruptly, spun around and smiled heavenly at the other tall male. His facial expression disintegrated into a shy startling nervous fracture once he spotted me.

“That was amazing!” Blue eyed sang, putting his hands up in the air.

“Th-thanks,” The browned haired boy shifted. My feet started to back paddle as his nervousness spread to me.

“Sorry! I just, It um…” I hung my head down and started to walk aimlessly down the hall. Whispers of uncertainty hovered about in the air.

“W-wait!” A voice called, slowing me in my tracks.I turned to face the two giants.

“Sorry! I just wasn’t expecting another person!” He apologize.

“What, no! You shouldn’t be sorry! I had no right being there!” I apologized back. Staring at each other with silence walking about. A small giggle came from Blue eyes.

“Hi, my name is Phil!” He smiled goofy.

“Julienne!” I smiled back, trying to cover a laugh.

“Dan.” Browned eyes stated.

“What class do you have next?” Phil questioned.

“Oh uhhmmm, not sure?” Putting down my bag and scrambling to get my schedule out, I got my answer in due time. “Games!” I cheered.

“Hey! We just transferred to that class few weeks ago!” Dan lighten up, melting away the shyness. “It’s pretty fun!”

“Yeah! I wonder what we’ll play next!” Phil pondered, tilting his head at Dan.

“Neat! Should we go? The bell rang already….”

“RIGHT! Let’s go!” Dan yelled, startling me a bit.

I followed the two angel-like boys to our new destination. Few turns and up the beach-scene painted stairs, which made us all bit tired. To the left and down up few more stairs.

We finally arrived to the LONG hall the Gaming class belonged to. It was a very bleak hallway I must point out. There wasn’t any paint to give it a personality like the rest of this place. The red carpet lost it colour and morphed into a dull brown.

The walls didn’t cheered: Welcome! Glad you're here!

Instead it sagged in age, if a wall could. There were water spots of unknown staining the broken ceiling. Cracks sprawled in every direction. There was one door on the left and 4 on the right. It was quiet, too quiet.

Phil and Dan stopped outside the ONLY door on the left.

“Here it is!” Phil gleed, jumping to point at the classroom. My pupils were big in the dull litted environment. I slowly and steadily began to peer into the room. For some reason I already trusted these boys I’ve only met minutes ago.

“Come on! You don’t gotta be scared!” Phil cheered acknowledging my uneasiness of this whole situation.

“Really, I have no clue why they made this hallway feel like you’re gonna get pleasantly murdered…. or worse O_O” Dan assured too with his words dipped in sarcastic.

“Oh….” was all I could announce.

It was a normal looking classroom taken right from a tv show. Had about 20 or less desks and instead of math posters or historical maps, branding merch of all sorts of game hung around the room. Stickers clung to few desks, It was honestly bare. There was also that brown door in the corner of the class that you never actually find out what’s on the other side. Phil and Dan scooted past me and sat down, assuming their usual seats. Letting my shyness get the best of me, I quickly sat down in a seat behind Phil. Phil and Dan had already started their own conversation. My eyes wondered up to the front of the class. Why is this class so small compared to the outside? My perspective landed on two guys standing in front talking in whispers. narrowing my head, trying to get a better hearing, I listen.

“Yeah your right. Probably be okay, right?” The darker haired one whispered.

“Yeah! Anyone can play Minecraft!” The other one replied.

“I can’t believe we only got two new students!” Oh they’re both our teachers?

“Eh, that what we get for them adding another gaming class.” He shrugged off.

“True…. how many are there, like 12 now?”

“I have no clue.”

“Hey, is everyone here?”

Their eyesight switched to the classroom.

“2, 4, 6, 8…. yep!”

“Okay, people listen up! My name is Mr. Padilla! You can call me Anthony. To the two new students, I actually prefer you guys to call me Anthony!”

“Same deal, I’m Mr. Hecox but call me Ian!” Ian went over and sat on his? Their? The teacher’s desk. “We’re going to play Minecraft.”

“We played that last week!?” One student yelled.

“SHUT UP!”

“Look,” Anthony began. “We only have like 40 minutes, let’s gear up, help the noobs out and let’s play, alright!?” Gear up? All of the sudden people were lifting up the desk’s top and retrieving devices from within. Taking off their shoes and socks. My eyes scanned across to Dan. He grabbed the devices and started to attach one to his arm, sliding it around and clicking a button on top, once secured. Glowing blue now. It looked like small blue light-up futuristic wrist-watch conjoined with elbow pads. His eyes sight shifted from Phil to me.  

“We’ll figure out the teams once we’re in!” Anthony announced and went back to “gearing up”. Dan slipped another device on his other arm.

“There’s gear in your desk.” Dan directed towards me. “Just put them on, they have labels.”

I lifted my own desk open. Un-glowing gear laid unused. I took one out and inspected it. It was black and it had wires between the cloth. It also had a white outlined picture of an arm with “LEFT” printed inside. After I got that on I proceeded to put on the right. I slipped out of my sandals and slipped on the knee gear and the foot gear. Phil turned his head back to face me.

“Press the top once you’re done!” He spoke, re-positioning in his chair. Sitting on his knees now, facing me.

“Oh, Okay.” I did what he told and the gear lit up with blue. “thank you!”

“Yay! You’re blue!”

“What does that mean?”

“You’re on our team!”

“You’re on the best team!” Dan joined the conversation. Phil and I both giggled.

“Neat!” I smiled.

Ian came up beside my desk in partial gear. All he need to put on was feet-gear. “Give me your hand.” he demanded.

“What?” I looked at him crazy with scared developed in my tone. My sighted glued to a small gun-ish weapon in his hand. In an instinct, I pulled back my hands to my chest, clutching them in a fist.

“It’s okay,” he soothingly spoke.

“W-what is that!?” Afraidness was apparent in me.

“It’s a Game-Gun. It places a chip under the skin of your hand. It’s harmless. I have one!” His perspective viewed Phil’s position in his chair. “Phil has one too!”

“Yeah! You can’t even feel it!” Phil said, rubbing his hand where I assume the chip is implanted. His hand was out in front of me. “Here, feel!”

“Phil!” An annoyed Dan’s voice traveled to my ears.

“What?” Phil replied unaware. My fingers patted where the chip was on Phil’s hand. You really couldn’t tell! “See!”

“Wow.”

“Please, hand, we don’t want to waste time.” Ian said in a more relax tone.

“B-but I have medical problems!” I protested.

“It doesn’t matter! It’s harmless! That other guy was blind, he’s okay!”

“Jule, you are gonna love this class but you just have to get that tiny shot. I know what it’s like to HATE getting shots but it’s worth it. Trust me.” Dan confirmed.

“Ookay…” I hesitated. Ian steady my hand with his and place the gun upon my palm. Aiming it in place. A zap of electricity zoom throughout my body. Instantly as it appeared it withered away.

“There! Thank you!” Ian hopped away joyed.

“That was weird.” I said, rubbing where the chip was placed.

“Didn’t it felt like a tiny bees getting placed in your veins?” Phil eagerly shared.

“PHiiil!” Dan responded. I looked up at Phil surprised.

“YES! Like their tiny wings were flapping million times per second! Covering every inch and then becoming consumed by my body!” I agreed cheerfully.

“Exactly!!” Phil laughed.

“Oh God.” I heard Dan whispered under his breath in embarrassment.

After I finished gearing up and everybody else, the two teachers stood in front of the classroom.

“Okay, we’ll see you in there!” They said in unison, turning off the lights.

“What do they mean?” I whispered to Phil.

“Just wait, and put your head on your desk!” I could hear his smile in his words. Laying my head on my desk as Phil told, I could see both Anthony and Ian sat down at their desk. Ian typing away on their keyboard. Then I noticed the big looking machine with radiating colourful dots. Ian’s hand went over and press one of the buttons.

All of the sudden there was a whirring sound of anger and a zap. Everything in my body froze and my eyesight became black.