2nd Period: Last Week of Middle School

After arriving on time for our homeroom as required by the class representative, we waited patiently for our teacher to arrive. When she entered the classroom, we stood at attention, waiting for her to take her seat before taking our own. 

"I just couldn't resist," whispered Athena, her face glowing with anticipation as she delicately unfolded the military dress she had brought with her in her backpack. 

It was a lovely military-style dress, tailored to perfection with its sharp, structured lines. The crisp fabric was a deep crimson, adorned with silver buttons gleaming like tiny moons that ran down the front. The highlight was the cleverly stitched patch on the left arm meant for the Rosewood House Crest to be placed.

Leaning back in her chair, Athena paused for a brief moment, her fingers tracing the intricate details of the dress. Our eyes were drawn to the emblematic Rosewood House Crest stitched on the garment, a symbol that invoked both awe and curiosity within me. The class gradually fell into a peaceful silence, broken only by the occasional rustling of papers and the distant hum of the school's heating system.

As I studied the Crest, I couldn't help but feel a pull towards its history and significance. It was as if this moment served as a bridge between our everyday school life and a world that existed beyond us—a world filled with marvels and mysteries. At that moment, I decided to delve deeper into the lore of the Rosewood House Crest, eager to uncover its roots and its relation to Athena's intriguing lineage. 

The Rosewood House Crest features a sturdy ancient tree in full bloom, representing growth, knowledge, and wisdom acquired over generations. The tree stands in the center of the crest, emphasizing the importance of grounding in tradition and respect for the past. Encircling the tree is a band with the house motto, "Veritas Vincit," meaning "Truth Prevails," a stark reminder of the House's unwavering commitment to justice and integrity. The crest's background is a deep crimson, symbolizing the courage, determination, and resilience required in their pursuit of justice. Lastly, a pair of scales hangs from the tree's lowest branch, an iconic symbol of equilibrium and fairness, illustrating the Rosewood House's ultimate aspiration—to uphold justice and fairness in all matters. 

"And these," she whispered, holding up a pair of sturdy-looking military-grade hiking sandals. 

They were night black, with thick, crisscrossed straps and a firm, yet comfortable sole that promised endurance. The heavy-duty silver buckles added a rustic charm to the sandals, hinting at countless adventures waiting to be embarked upon during the Solstice of Solara at the end of the year. Athena's eyes danced with excitement as she presented her treasures to me.

"I imagine walking along the beach with you, Henry, or climbing the highest trails; these would be the perfect way to enjoy them, wouldn't you agree?" Athena asked in a whisper, her gaze never leaving mine, eager for my affirmation.

"Absolutely, Athena! I know that whatever you choose will always look fabulous, especially when you wear it," I whispered back into her ear.

She winked at me, her laughter cascading through the room like a symphony of joyous chimes.

"Indeed, I do hope my future is filled with many great memories alongside you, Henry, my dearest friend," she whispered, with a twinkle of joy and mischief sparkling in her eyes.

She then spun around, her uniform rustling with the movement, as she playfully tugged at the shiny silver buttons.

"After all," she added, turning back to me with a grin both endearing and comical, "who else would I model my fashionable outdoor gear for, if not for you?" she asked. 

While the two of us were talking, the bell rang, and before we knew it, the background chatter came to an end as class officially started. 

"Attention, class, stand at attention while our teacher does roll call," announced the class representative as we stood tall, waiting for her to call roll. 

Afterward, we took our designated seats while we waited patiently for our homeroom teacher to pass out a stack of fliers that talked about events being held by the community along with this week's school events. 

The loudspeaker came on, and the morning announcements began. 

"Attention everyone, we have seven days left in the Equinox of Bloomara before the Solstice of Solara vacation can officially start. I would also like to take this time to remind the student body of the school motto," said the person on the loudspeaker before reading the school motto out loud. 

"Here at Dalton Middle School, the motto is: Honor, Duty, and Excellence in Everything. For Everything We Do is for The Saints of Scholastica. An alliance of planets formed under Academia. We strive to instill these qualities in our students through a rigorous educational program that emphasizes respect, discipline, and hard work," the announcer said. 

"Our goal is to produce citizens with a strong mind and moral character who are well-disciplined and able to serve the alliance of planets with loyalty and integrity. Through our commitment to academics and military-inspired leadership development activities, we hope to inspire our students to become the leaders of tomorrow," said the announcer before continuing. 

"I need everyone to continue studying hard and press on while we finish this school year. I can't forget today's Solara Midcycle menu," the announcer continued reading. 

At Dalton Middle School, students were about to embark on a gastronomic journey that transcended the limits of hyperspace. The Solara Midcycle Feast, an interstellar take on their mundane terrain nourishment period, promised a celestial experience. The menu featured the mouth-watering tenderness of Grox Loin, bathed in the cosmic radiation of a supernova and drizzled generously with gravy derived from meteor minerals. Complementing this stellar dish was the Pulsar Mashes, an exquisite delicacy sculpted from rare Tuberosum Asteroids found only in the far reaches of the Oort Cloud. These were paired impeccably with Helix Nebula's string beans sautéed alongside crispy fragments of Quasar Bacon. And let's not overlook the freshly synthesized bread, a culinary tribute to the basic organic compounds found on Earth. For the grand finale, the intergalactic culinary artists had outdone themselves with Andromeda sweetcakes, swirled with fresh Nebula Berry waves, and served with whipped Comet Cream, light years apart from your standard dessert," resonated the announcer. 

Homeroom teacher Sergeant Lucille of the Lawrence House chimed in after the announcement, "No matter what meal is served today at Dalton Middle School, all students shall receive nutritious and tasty meals served with pride!" 

Jamerson of the Eliwood House turned to his peer, Leana, and said, "Have you noticed how Sergeant Lucille runs her class?"

Leana replied, chuckling, "Yes, of course, I'm in the class with you. To answer your question, she runs it like a military boot camp." 

Jamerson nodded, "Very disciplined and structured, just like in the military." 

"But it's not all about discipline, right? She also encourages us to think critically and grow individually," Leana observed.

"Yeah, how true," Jamerson agreed. "She's tough, but I think she's preparing us for something beyond just school. She wants us to succeed in life."

Inspired by their conversation, the two students looked at Sergeant Lucille with newfound appreciation.

As Sergeant Lucille gave her speech, her meticulous approach to education was apparent to all.

Their conversation flowed, stepping from disciplined structure to the cultivation of critical thinking and individual growth, an aspect they agreed was essential for teaching. With their conversation, a new perspective emerged, and Sergeant Lucille was seen in a different light.

A few moments of silence passed as they let their realization sink in. Shaking off the solemn sentiment, I found myself drawn to the Lawrence House Crest displayed on Sergeant Lucille's right arm. I switched between apps from within the Devilan Notebook, its pages soon began to be filled with fresh observations and insights about the Lawrence House.

The Lawrence House Crest, embodying the essence of law and education, is a beacon of wisdom and justice. It is where future leaders are nurtured and where the love for knowledge and justice is cultivated. The books symbolize an unending pursuit of knowledge, while the scales represent the balanced judgment synonymous with law. The torch, radiating light amidst the darkness, stands for enlightenment and the guidance offered by teachers. Thus, the Crest is not merely a symbol, but the embodiment of the House's core values and ethos. 

As I waited for the bell to ring, I used the time to mentally prepare for the day ahead. My Devilan Notebook and class apps were arranged neatly within the device. I also discussed the upcoming Solstice of Solara vacation and the previous day's homework with some classmates. These seemingly mundane moments were integral to establishing my rhythm for the school day. 

During the Solara Midcycle, I met up with Athena to discuss our plans for the Solstice of Solara. After our meal, we began discussing the atmosphere of Dalton Middle School.

As I grabbed my tray and stood up to leave, I turned to Athena. "You know, have you ever noticed Dalton Middle School's distinctly military vibe? Each House has its own uniform and attitude that mirrors that impression."

Athena looked thoughtful before responding, "Yes, I have noticed that. If you're interested, there's a sign posted at the entrance that gives more information."

Our conversation carried us out of Solstice Midcycle and into the hallways, the lingering flavors of our cosmic meal still on our tongues as we navigated the bustling corridors until we reached the entrance.

The strict rules set by the governing Houses for the students here are more than just orders; they are traditions steeped in history and honor. The military uniform is a symbol of discipline and commitment, to be worn with pride, and the House Crest should always be displayed prominently on the right arm as a constant reminder of their roots and responsibilities. Each House Crest is unique, reflecting the ethos and values of its members, their standing in society, and their unending pursuit of knowledge and justice.

Our conversation then shifted to our Solstice of Solara vacation. 

"I'm excited about next weekend! We have seven days left until the Solstice of Solara vacation begins. Personally, I can't wait to finally meet my great aunt Jemima," said Athena of the Rosewood House. 

"Is it true what your mom said? That your great aunt might be able to explain these supernatural abilities of ours that we've been given?" I asked in a low voice as I moved towards Athena. 

"Yeah, I can't wait either and yes. My great aunt should be able to explain more in-depth this Aeonian heritage of mine. Considering that she is also a descendant of the Ancient Aeonians like myself," she explained in a low whisper.

Which means she is a descendant of the Aeonians that visited our planet long ago. My mother is also a descendant, but unlike me, she never showed any signs that she possessed Aeonian Talents. While we were talking, we made sure to keep our conversation to a low whisper in order to avoid attracting the attention of any trouble, considering that Aeonians are a closely guarded secret.