Unidentified Uniqueness

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I suppose you could say it was a busy morning. I wonder what jiĕjiĕ* is doing right now. I placed a finger to my lip as I unintentionally stared at the other children surrounding me. I blinked slowly taking in the scenery, it hadn't changed before. Not a bit.
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Our buildings were still the same, painted the same salty white with the same brick red roof tiles. To be frank, the roof tiles really irked me. I can't believe the last council members decided to fix the ceilings with those. I shook my head, there was no point in dwelling on things in the past. I took my time walking towards the Club Building where orientation was being held, actually, why did I even need to go? It wasn't mandatory and I already did it last year, the year before that, and the year before that. Screw this.

I looked down at my pink plaid skirt and the charm that hung on its belt before patting it down. I checked my watch, it was only a little while until the bell would ring. I sighed contently, staring at the looming building in front of me. It dawned on me that I had forgotten about the first annual meeting that took place for the Council. I audibly groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. I dragged myself to the front of the Council building. It looked like it had every possible disease attached to its musty windows; growing ivy trailing down the old stone walls. I opened the doors, cringing as the doors squealed. It was painstakingly obvious they made no attempt to keep this building in mint condition.

As I walked down the halls I imagined the council members before us, did they also roam these halls and have their first meetings just like this? I paused in front of a glass trophy case, it was eerily empty. There was barely any dust that had started to collect which made me wonder why it was taken care of. There were no fingerprints on it either, no smudges, no scratches, nothing. I furrowed my brow, there was something off about it that I couldn't put my finger on. When I tried to open the door to the case it whirled around and was replaced by a staircase.

It was startling but elegant and amusing, so finely detailed yet maybe only a hundred people have lived to see it. My finger trailed against the dark oak railing as I slowly walked up. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, the design was grand and felt almost Victorian. Perhaps it had been upkept since the very opening of the school. I wouldn't be surprised if they wanted to keep it the same, it does have history. There were a multitude of picture frames that lined the walls, maybe dating back to the very first council. I think that if you were to take a picture off the wall that there would be a stain where it was before.

I despised the smell of this hall. Despite it being fairly clean, you couldn't mistake the slight stench of something rotting and bleach. As I faced a large window I saw my reflection, I turned the other way with a frown.

Yet another entryway appeared, I found it annoying how there was no clear way to get into the meeting room. Just then I heard yelling, I waltzed towards the room. The heels of my shoes clicked loudly upon hitting the floor. I found moments like these empowering, as if I was the only one there and only I could tell myself what to do. A foolish thought but I still indulge myself.

How odd. They looked at me as if I had just killed all their living relatives. I narrowed my eyes as they stopped to stare at me. There were whispers and murmurs I had learned to ignore. "What? I know I'm dashing but no need to gwack." I remarked, flipping my hair. I soon realized that each chair had our names engraved on gold plating, like our own mini-thrones. The silence was unbearable, the screech of my chair being pulled back was deafening. I crossed one leg over the other when a boy with brown hair spoke up, "I believe it was rude to stare. We collectively apologize." He bowed his head as did a few others.