The young student was the youngest among us; he looked no older than 7. As for why he was carrying a bunch of bricks around, it was a total mystery.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Lyjah wanted to curse at him, but as soon as he saw his face, he refrained himself from doing so.
Ron, on the other hand, was rolling on the ground, holding himself back from screaming in pain.
"Are you okay?" I asked him as I helped him get back up. He, on the other hand, immediately grabbed my shoulder and was probably squeezing it as hard as he could. Judging from his expression, he was doing his best to suppress his pain.
"What do you think?" Ron lashed out at me.
Why me? I wasn't the one who broke your feet! If anything, you should be blaming that kid, and where did he even come from in the first place? He doesn't look anywhere near old enough to be…
The young, dark-haired kid swiftly gathered all of the bricks in his arms and ran away while barely even apologizing to us about the inconvenience he caused.
I looked at the direction he came to check if he was being bullied, but that didn't seem to be the case, as there was no one on the horizon.
"Can you walk?" I then asked Ron.
He couldn't; he tried his best to ignore the pain, but after a couple of steps he succumbed to the pain and asked us to carry him on our backs.
The office of the principal was on the ground floor, next to the entrance, as close as possible to the reception. Which was empty that early in the morning.
Wow, I never imagined a school to be so empty. It makes sense; after all, everyone else is probably enjoying their well-earned holidays. The only ones here are the ones that are behind in terms of their studies… But still, they should probably keep one or two receptionists here.
When we opened the door leading to the principal's office, we found him comfortably resting on his leather chair, smoking a long cigar, puffing blue smoke all around him. Wearing a uniform decorated with many golden flower crests.
The middle-aged-looking man had black hair slicked backward; it was mostly dark with some gray spots. He had a sharp gaze, an unkempt beard, and rugged skin for some odd reason.
He ignored us and kept smoking with his right hand while making a knife spin in his left hand.
"Erhm… sir." Ron spoke first; he tried to step in front of us as he did so but stumbled on his broken foot and fell over the principal's desk.
The principal took a long puff of smoke before letting it out from his nostrils.
"What happened?" he asked us.
"Samuel punched the new guy in the face, and on the way here we stumbled on a kid carrying a bunch of bricks." Lyjah responded.
Why are they both so nervous? Am I missing—ugh! The smell is starting to penetrate my nose, fuck. How annoying.
The pungent blue smoke had a strong citrus smell, so strong it seemed to burn my nostrils; not only that, but it was incredibly annoying for the eyes as well.
"Erhm, sir? Could you please stop smoking in front of us?" I asked him before he could respond to Lyjah.
Everything came to a halt; everyone looked at me with a bewildered look on their faces.
What? I was respectful; there's nothing strange about asking such… Is he some kind of tyrant here? Don't worry, if he dares to move even a finger in the wrong direction, I'll make him disappear.
"He's the kid that dared to use a demonic artifact on school grounds… Tch! Tch! Kids these days, they've all lost the sense of respect there should be between two humans… It's all a contest to show who's the biggest fraud nowadays." The principal took off his cigar and pointed it at me as he began rambling about the first nonsense that came to his head.
"Just go back to your class; I don't want to hear about you again, or I'll be forced to take countermeasures against you." He concluded before putting the cigar back in his mouth.
"So are you not going to open the infirmary for us?" I asked him.
"No, I'm not going to open it; now scram!" He repeated after me, blowing a cloud of smoke my way.
Oh, wow, what a massive piece of shit. Can't you see that I and Ron need some treatment? I guess a broken nose can be left like this, but a broken foot? He can barely walk!
"No! Sir, if you could please—" Ron tried to scramble an argument quickly, but the principal shut him down with a wave of his hand.
Let's go; staying here would just waste our breaths.
Lyjah seemed desperate enough to want to plead to that cold principal. Ron and I quickly understood that what he was doing was wasting his breath, so we got out of the room and rested on a bunch of comfortable seats near the reception of the school.
I sat there and watched all the students that had to frequent the school and noticed one striking difference: there were people wearing the same uniform as us, but theirs, instead of being white, was black.
"Oi, what's with those Black folks?" I asked Ron, who was sitting beside me, squirming on his seat trying to find a comfortable position that also kept his foot lifted off the ground.
"What folks are you talking about?" He asked in return, confused.
"Those guys? The ones wearing black uniforms? Why do they do it? Does it have some kind of special meaning? If it is important, how can I get one?" I asked him while pointing at the student that just passed in front of us wearing a different uniform.
"Ah, yeah, those guys, they are… Wait, stop! Don't point at them, are you crazy?" He almost jumped out of his seat in order to stop me from pointing at that man.
"What the fuck do you think you're pointing at? That's a native; one word from them and you disappear!" He said, gritting his teeth due to the pain he was feeling after having jumped out of his seat.
"Ah, that's it? Don't worry about it then; they can't do anything to me. Don't you know? Unlike the rest of you who got invited here, my mother threatened those guys to sink the upper cities if they didn't let us in." I jokingly replied.
Michael couldn't stop gushing about how easy his life was up here because of that fact; it wouldn't hurt to take advantage of that privilege.
"Huh?" Ron's face was bewildered; his mouth was left hanging open from the shock.
"Oh, you didn't know? I thought that was common knowledge around these parts." I chuckled at his funny reaction.
Still, it was pretty refreshing to see most students ignore me and go on their merry way, and then all of a sudden everything stopped; everyone stopped as a cold air froze the floor.
I could hear the sound of ice forming and stuttering itself on the floor as the temperature of the room tanked. That cold energy froze the wall and the ceiling.
As I turned around to check the source of that cold energy, I saw my mother, holding Elena's hand and standing in front of the entrance door, looking at me, her hair floating in the air.
Ah, fuck, this is about to get real messy real quick.
It was then that I heard Lyjah trying to get out of the principal's office; unfortunately for him, the ice that had grown over the door had sealed it shut.
"Hey! It's not funny, guys! Unlock the door!" He screamed while banging on the door with all of his might.
The maids accompanying Elena immediately rushed over to dry my blood using handkerchiefs. My mother kept releasing more and more of the energy until she forced the principal of the school to come outside to greet her.
Blue flames burst out of his office, breaking the door and heating up the place. In the blink of an eye, he had appeared before my mother.