CSYA Ch6: School Work
#5 of CSYA
Thrax woke up from Emma gently shaking him.
"Good, you're awake," Emma rolled him over onto his stomach and undid the cuffs from the night before, his wrists hurt from being confined the entire night. "We've got a few minutes until breakfast starts, so I think that it'd be best if you went and got dressed in your room now rather than later."
"Good idea," Thrax crawled out of the white sheets of Emma's bed, getting slightly disoriented by the mirrors that covered her room. He grabbed his clothes, walked out of the door, and across the hall into his own room. It was not until he had gotten into his own room and closed the door that he reaslized that he was still wearing the bra and panties.
He quickly pulled off the feminine undergarments and got dressed in his proper clothing. He thought about taking Emma's costume for him back to her, but decided that it would be best to do that later. Once he was dressed he went back out of his room, into the hallway, meeting Zane and Emma. The three of them went to get breakfast together.
Once they were sitting down for breakfast one of the staff, a portly squirrel, gave them a sheet of paper that had their schedule for the day.
"Damn, everything we've got today is regular schooling," Zane groaned. "First math, then English, then history of western civilizations, then normal science. Talk about boring."
"Well we are supposed to learn it, so we can blend in with the rest of society," Emma stated, "and hey, at least we don't get homework."
"That's good," Thrax said, "I've always hated homework."
"You hated it? Or did you always forget it?" Emma teased.
"Both."
"Well, let's get our classes for the day over with," Zane huffed standing up from the bench he was sitting on, Emma and Thrax followed.
The day went by slowly. The classes that were designed so they had the same education as students of a regular school seemed boring in comparison to the classes that they had attended the day before. Each hour crawled by, as if the hands of the clocks in all of the rooms had been replaced by snails. The only part of the day that seemed to fly by was lunch, which then seemed too short.
Eventually dinner time rolled around, and it again felt short. So the three of them decided to meet in Zane's room afterwords so that they could chat, since their work had made it so that they could not talk about anything but what they had been working on at that exact moment.
Zane's room was painted gray, with a blue accent wall. His bed was a twin-size fourposter bed with black and white sheets, his dresser was a dark blue, and he had a black gamers' chair facing a TV that had a Wii, 360, and PS3, N64, and a hybrid system for even older consoles all hooked up to it, with a cabinet full of various video games.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Zane said as the three of them walked in.
"Zane, everyone knows that your room is basically a break-room for the entire Blue District," Emma said.
"Well maybe, but no one's been by for a few weeks," Zane protested.
"Like you didn't have someone over last night while Thrax and I were both in my room."
"What games do you have?" Thrax said, steering them away from a potentially hazardous conversation.
"Man, I got whatever kind of game that you could possibly ask for," Zane boasted, "Look in the cabinet and take your pick."
Thrax opened the cabinet, it was cram packed with so many different games, each shelf was designated to a different genre: FPS, 3PS, adventure, fighter, strategy, simulation, music, and sports. Thrax pulled out Halo: Reach and put it into the Xbox 360, turning it and the TV on. Zane grabbed three controllers, and distributed them.
"Hey, why do you get to be player one?" Thrax asked Zane.
"It's my system, and my game, that's why," Zane snapped back.
"Fine," Thrax huffed.
The three of them started to play in a free-for all slayer match online, Thrax chose to be an Elite, while Zane and Emma chose to be Spartans. They each scored fairly well, but Zane was the best in the entire match. They did not have headsets, but since some of the other people did, they cursed at Zane, but it was all in good humor.
"So guys, what all did you do to get here?" Thrax asked halfway through their third match.
"I kept breaking-and-entering, never took anything though, just did it to see if I could," Zane replied, "You?"
"I kept stealing things, mostly video games," Thrax said. "What about you Emma?"
"I prefer to keep that private," Emma stated. "If you ever need to know, you'll know."
"There's a lot of rumors about that you know," Zane said, "since you've never told anyone what really got you sent here. I kind of prefer the one about you killing your father. Or was it uncle? I forget."
"I shall neither confirm nor deny such claims," Emma stated.
"Though it does make sense of how you're such a good shot already."
"Whatever."
They continued playing for a few hours just talking about what was happening in game, since they had switched to team slayer. It eventually got late and at 11:00PM Thrax and Emma went to their own rooms to sleep.
When they got out to the hall, Thrax nudged Emma. "So, um, about those-"
"Keep 'em, save 'em for later, I've got more where those came from."
Thrax nodded, then went into his room. Once he closed the door he took off all his clothes and threw them into a pile. He crawled into his sheets, and quickly fell into sleep.