Scene : Outside the Lecture Hall door, in the Courtyard.
"I can't believe, … I'm finally here" the boy [ ARYA NANDA ] with messy blonde hair with sky blue ends designed in a tousled medium length with casual wavy flow, clutching his bag tight with a smile on his face, said.
The big muscular boy [ ARIN RAI ] following his own excitement and continuing the former's joy said, "So rude, standing in front of the door and not entering" with a thick mohawk dreaded ponytail and shaved sides.
"Hope we get a good place to sit" the boy [ HARMAN DAS ] with high fade long messy hair with three wavy bands of messy black hair going towards the right and two ones on the left, said with controlled excitement in a pale kind face with a warm smile, holding a white tumbler cup with a straw in the left hand.
"Yeah hold your horses before you enter and make a mess … , simultaneously making a fool of yourself" said the boy [ PRATEEK RAJ ] in a kind teasing tone with a half-up half-down long layered wolf cut with a few fangs and a fringes hanging over his forehead.
"Let's enter morons, I don't wanna be late on the first day atleast", Arya
"Yup .. it's time to move", Harman while giggling in between sips.
With a push from the big guy, they enter the lecture hall followed by "yeah yeah" Prateek like an embarrassed father following his restless kids.
Scene : In the Lecture Hall
The lecture hall is divided into three columns and each column has ten rows of five seats.
They took seats adjacent to each other, in the sixth row of the middle column section. Arya with glittering eyes "The is place is so beautiful more than I expected" Harman agreeing with him "Not gonna lie bro" Prateek added "Actually" followed by Arin saying "Well that guy seems to be well built" eyeing on a student across back to them in an underwhelming way to not make it obvious and stand out. Alan Swain, one of the most athletic guys in the class, sat on the seventh row of the left column, with his other three friends.
The front passage between the left column and the middle column witnessing the quarrel between a boy and two girls over whose side is better.
The first row and the second of the middle column was occupied by the proud students qualified from the honored female clan 'FEMINA' including their prodigy Sophia Braveheart. Sophia sat in the middle of the first row along with her other four members from her clan and the other three in the second row. No one dared to speak to them, they radiated pride in the vibe they emitted.
The first row of the left column was in the possession of Damian Grace, one of the three heirs of the noble Grace family, and his two other lackeys.
Arya remarked "The sparks appear from the beginning"
"Damn … the front of the middle is dominated by the proud FEMINA girls" Harman shied while crouching on the desk.
Prateek sitting straight with enthusiasm "It is a good spot to sit though"
"I just wanna have some fun" Arin followed.
"These egoistic bastards won't change" Alan passed the comment on the situation upfront.
Harman turned across "Agree too" and smirked. Prateek turned across with one hand on the desk behind "Was it even supposed to be different?" and giggles of laughter spread across the surrounding rows.
They continued their little chitchat, befriending among themselves and the others in the surrounding to them. While the front of the other side is filled with a mix of calmness, ego, tension and self-pride. In a broader view, the back of the class is more laid back and chill than the front where the aura of the place screams ego and self-pride.
The boy who got the highest marks in the entrance exam, Fabian Lopez, sat on the far right in the second row of the right column with the joint topper of the entrance exam, Ankit Paul on the second to far left of the same row.. In the middle seat of the first row of the right column sat Mark Denver, the boy who got the second highest marks in the entrance exam. Even the air is tensed between them, fearing that even the slightest friction might bring a three sided war.
On the sixth row of the right column sat two shy girls, Alice Park and Jennifer Cole. They were almost invisible to the class along with some others in the class filled with chaos.
Amanda Lawrence, one of the most popular girls in the class, sat on the third row of the left column with her other two girlies. Amanda and her friends went to the back where Harman, Arya, Prateek, Alan, Arin and others are chatting, expecting to bad mouth together about the nobles and the commotion creators in the front and nobles in general, leaving their bags on their seats.
Finally as the clock hit ten o clock, the mentor of the class 1A, Mr. James Howden, entered the lecture hall from the door, passing across the left column, reached the teacher's deck. The place went quiet as he entered. He placed his folder on the deck and took his tablet in his hands. Fixing the full-framed slim black glasses with the stylus in his hands, he addressed the class with a calm eyes somewhere between half closed and wide open with only a flinch of negligible emotion , "This is a formal welcome of the students of this session in the class. I am James Howden, your mentor for the first year or the upcoming two semesters in this university, The University of Indusa. Getting admission and sitting in the lecture hall of this university is a testament in itself that you are mature enough to think for yourself. I am your mentor. My duty is to guide and help not to babysit and spoonfeed." saying this he raced his vision across the whole class "Clarity is the key, and I am not a believer in using fancy words for communication. You can do anything if it is in permission or approved by me and I am here not to hold back students, so if you have any exploration thoughts, feel free to contact me. One thing that cannot be done is failing to maintain discipline." with eyes on the Grace heir and his fellow friends followed by the Femina girls "Discipline must be maintained." looking straight into the group formed in the middle rows of the middle and left column, leaving some of them to swallow their own in terror " With this, the introduction is over. Thank you." in an almost monotonous rigid stoic voice and checked a box in his tablet with his stylus followed by fixing the strands of hair falling over his face with right index finger.
The tone of the teacher in the class was set. It was firm and commanded respect while imposing discipline.
Mr. James cleared his throat and announced "All and any necessary information regarding the university is there in the official site if logged in. If doubts still prevail, contact the office or me for further help."
The introductory classes begin.
Scene : In the lecture hall
After mentor Howden's welcome, the day dragged into the third period.
The third lecture of the day "Mathematics".
The door moved across the frame slowly without creating any noticeable noise to attract any attention of the students. Alan whispered among his group "It's a boring old fart for sure" followed by teasing giggles among the group.
Damian fixed his hair with elegant annoyance. "Now this loser comes to teach the heir of the Grace family."
Sophia sat firm, nailing her first impression. Toppers brooded stoically.
Meanwhile, Harman sipped his drink, leaning back, lost in roof dreams. Arya stifled a giggle. Prateek sat straight, eyes shut, humming softly. Arin tapped some finger drills.
The teacher kept his laptop and a couple of pages on the table softly, slid the chair a little far back from his desk, actively noticing the student's behaviour with a pale emotionless face with sharp dead stoic eyes piercing through the lecture hall, scanning for something. The sight of Sophia, Harman and his other three friends drew a hard smirk on his blank face as he just confirmed something just by observing a few moments of his targets and judging them by his years of experience. He sat on the chair, legs crossed. He calmly pulls out a cigarette case from the left pocket of his formal pants, he then sets a cigarette between his index finger and the middle finger while the thumb is a little behind the base. The already silent class was now drowned into hesitation. He then slid his right hand into his right pocket.
Fabian blurted "With all due respect, smoking is prohibited in the campus, let alone the lecture hall." He then turned his head towards him, then adjusted his posture slightly towards him "You really have got some balls." The confidence quickly vanished from his face with visible early signs of being in panic "Sorry sir" With a casual smirk "I like it" then threw the cigarette in the dustbin in the same posture he held it but by using the momentum of his arm, he then stood up.
"Your mathematics for the first year will be taken by me. My name is Robert Stun. Refer to me as Mr. Stun." He introduced himself.
He then introduced the curriculum to the students and explained them in detail.
Forty minutes later, the bell rang marking the end of the lecture.
"It was hell of an hour" Alan sighed in relief.
Arin finally relaxed after an hour long of steadiness and attentive hearing "This will be a pain in the ass for the year."
"Huh… He thinks he is so cool, old man" Damian exclaimed in a jealous grunt.
Arya "Not like he can stop me, though … "
Harman shot him a look. "Maybe" Arya added
Prateek burst out laughing at the back.