Kaleidoscope Of Labor. [Rei]

[Cassidy]

There, she woke up for another day again. The sun was up again. Ah, her favorite weather. There were masses of people, in varying degrees, loved that kind of weather. Some emos around this Academy are mostly equivocal -- because the current climate for this day isn't reflecting their consistent mood. Perhaps, they more love the moonlighting nights?

Well, Cassidy herself had an incredulously enormous nuance between the emo people. She rolled her eyes. She traditionally yawned and went for the bathroom to take a shower. The Academy, on the looks of it, still look flourished and acquired strength that demanded confidence and challenges for the students.

There were some other such edifices she could possibly roam around for. She quickly finished her shower and decided to clad on her appropriate uniform. Well, she just decided to go to the Elementary School Building -- one of the populated buildings, she assumed.

She arrived in her destination and just roamed around. Observing. The people were stalwart and unyielding, subsisting their talks with one student to another. At that time, she felt lonely. She couldn't even describe her current feeling now. Too abstract.

She couldn't forget Satoshi's unkind fates that besieged his mere generation. The people's brilliant leader -- who was God, didn't seem to guide him well through turbulent times with his clear vision and selfless sacrifices.

Life, as always, went on and the motions of human evolution strutted on in its speed of tortoises. Man joined with woman to replenish the population with their offspring and they gathered sustenance from benevolent Nature, the mother of all. The sands of time flowed and with it crying infants became irrepressible toddlers; toddlers became inquisitive children, children became insecure adolescents, adolescents became productive adults and adults dwindled serenely into the twilight of their years.

She just doubted that she will live... just fine in this Academy.

['E n d l e s s]

Today, the bright sun which rose from the east woke me up real early. But the nurse woke up before I did. So I guess I was kind of late in getting up. I was never early. I was never a morning person.

The morning started with only I, opening my eyes. That's about the only thing I can do. Then I needed to be helped to get out of the bed, as if I was some doll. Then it was morning rehabillitation in my own dorms. Still drowsy, still half asleep, still... Immobilized. I hated my own body right now. I can't even stand straight up without falling down or tripping. It's so frusterating. The nurse had to consistently pick me up from the ground by my elbows and stand me up. My progession of healing was slow. And I wasn't surprised. It looks like I won't be proceeding to crutches. Back on the wheelchair it is.

I rolled my eyes.

Feeling disabled. Which I don't like. I had to held on to a bar. Literally, when I showered. Using one of the hospital bathrooms, where they had a spacey shower box with a bar where they could hold on to. The bathroom took over two hours, including placing my clothes on. Again, I'd stuck with simple to put on and off clothes. This time, it was a plain oblong shirt, gray in color. It was lengthy, reaching up to the middle of the tighs, and brown coldoroid shorts.

The wheelchair doesn't feel all that funny anymore. Not as funny as when I first sat on it. I thought I was going to fall. The blanket was nice and warm, for now. It'd get really hot when I go outside though. Time for a tour. Again, the nurse had to wheel me around everywhere. Today was the elementary building, I wasn't surprised. I guess it's the most important, or second most important building.

I got off the wheelchair when we reached the stairs. I held on to the railings while the nurse carried my wheelchair up the stairs, then came back down to help me get up the stairs. It took whatever felt like forever to get up. Again, it was frusterating. I bit my lower lip as I took the last step up the stairs, and let out a deep sigh before sitting back on the wheelchair.

[Cassidy]

Amazing. She didn't notice that she was already in another floor -- considering that a staircase was behind her. Well, anyway, she didn't stumble nor collided with a person. She was actually sweating profusely, but she resumed her walking exercise because her legs weren't tired yet.

Who cares, anyway? She is not in the mood for talking again. She was an idiot. She often makes idiotic suggestions that weirds people out. Besides, she felt like she was in a 'thunderstormed' mood. Thunderstorms were not uncommon in the towers of this world.

Nonetheless, the blinding streaks that repeatedly tore the skies and the titanic ripping sounds that seemed almost to hover in their overwhelming number and overlapping sequence were seen as ominous omens by the inhabitants of the stronghold of sorcery.

She just totally hates thunderstorms, as much as she hated her current mood. There were still some other dizzying batches of stairs, but she didn't bother to search for another one -- since she bumped her leg on some kind of metal -- whatever -- a wheelchair?

This reminded her about Rei. Wait, Rei's wheelchair! Cassidy smiled as she started to greet this girl.

"O-Ohayou... Rei."

['E n d l e s s]

My moment of about to make a sour face was disturbed when my left armrest of my wheelchair, or currently mine anyway, was hit by a clumsy girl. Despite wanting to think of vulgarities in four different languages, as usual, the thought of it was soon drained down the sink as a familiar face crossed.

"O-ha-yo-u" I said, emphasizing on each syllable, as I lifted my right arm, locking the thumb, ring finger and pinky down, as my hand fomed a 'peace sign' that I soon lifted 'lagging' as I said each syllable, tilting it just in half a centimetre diagonally from my eye. "Cassie~"

I told myself that a stupid wheelchair won't change me. And I was right in proving myself wrong. It's like one of those debates between yourself and yourself. You disagree yet you agree to something at once, and you start debating in yourself. Your mind would explode in one second, but it happens often, as far as I'm concerned of.

"What are you up to?" I asked.

Knowing it was an obvious answer. I was only taking a tour and nothing else. I guess if I didn't have my wheelchair and immobilized body, I'd be given a map and timetable to begin with like other students. I guess I could say, I'm pretty lucky.

Not that lucky, but lucky enough.

I don't have to worry about getting lost, at least.

It was my weak point-- getting lost. Like other humans who has a low sense of direction. In my case, I just forget it, despie my good memory that a lot of people credited me for. Only human, I guess?