Seraphim Guy

Mess.

The first thing you'll notice if you dare to enter and let your curiosity drag you here, Class Principality. There are plastic bottles everywhere and peels of fruits can be seen anywhere. This kind of state, dirtiness, and messiness of this Class arose when there is no Teacher.

I just let myself be with its atmosphere and for the credulity of my classmates. I just took a glance at my uniform. It was a color of blue but faded in many parts that made it gradient. My attention caught when my eyes landed on where the logo was. It was a crest with angel wings.

'Psh, it should be trident. A perfect object to describe its true color.'

I just don't mind it and let it slide. They are still on their craziness and bullsh't stuff.

My attention landed outside and there are officers of this school dragging someone from the high class. Based on his uniform, it was color yellow and only means, he came from class Thrones-the third rank of angels.

Yes, our class is named after the nine ranks of angels. Our intelligence is based on our class that can be compared to the rank of angels. Only those who are superior and have a massive amount of IQ could enter the highest class which is, Seraphim.

My class was the seventh rank of angels, Pricipality. Yes, I'm not that kind of studybug and a so-called genius. The level of my IQ is under fifty percent I guess? Call me an idiot, I don't care.

"Oh my god. Why did they transfer him?" My classmate uttered from behind.

"I am pretty sure, he got failed on his remarks" My classmate answered while our attention is still on the outside.

"Impossible, unless..." One of my classmates whispered.

"He violated the rule." Our class president interfered.

"Could it be." Someone agreed.

"Where did they put him?"

"It depends, if he violated the golden three rules, he could be placed at the lowest rank of our class, Angels." Our class president confidently answered.

He's smart. He has a greater IQ than the whole class principality but he insisted to stay here for some reason I guess?

While thinking someone appeared. "Once a clever always a clever." We did not notice that our teacher came in and suddenly talks to us. She was pertaining to our class president.

Some of my classmates quickly ran and disseminated their selves into their designated chairs. Everyone was afraid of her, well not me. She has this unwanted aura every time we saw her. She seems like hiding something on her sleeves.

"Another semester, no change and same attitudes." Fully formed of dismay drawn to her face while looking to us. We got used to it, her expressions and dismay look. She is our class adviser, young and pretty. I wonder how could she manage our unbearable attitudes and ignorance and even have the gut to stay no matter what.

"Our class will start tomorrow. Be prepared." She hanged us there, leaving her last message. She walks towards the door and forcibly closed the door that made a great noise enough for us to be bombarded. Everyone let out a deep sigh but some are still on their bullshits.

Right after our adviser disappeared, everyone went into their businesses again and created noise that seems usual to us now. They returned everything into a mess and dirty room. They even throw some sh'ts again.

I just let it slide but someone drummed the table that made everyone goes into silence. It was loud that bassed my eardrums unsoothingly.

"Yah!" Our Class president burst out from his table as his attention was on us especially those bastards who are useless. But there are still some who pretend nothing was heard. "Principality!" He shouted again but this time everyone caught his attention.

I took a glance to my side but my seatmate was still nowhere to find. He's always late which made me look like an introvert. We were sitting on the back and we are not placed here by command but we volunteer to sit here because we always seek peace and ease.

"This is our last year. I know all of you aware of that thing." He gently said.

Everyone hanged and silence covered the room not until.."Of course, we do, and we don't care." Patricia arrogantly replied. She is the bitch of this class. Our class president just let it slide.

"Could you please, at least make our class proud of us? We always do the same. This is our last year in this not-so-beautiful institution but please, be at least do some meaningful behaviors. Make a significant memory while we have still time." He pleased. There, Patricia shuts her mouth and so as the others.

"Not because we are in the seventh class, we will act the way they want. Yes, they are always mocking us down and even blamed us for making us guilty for a thing we don t even know. They always pitied us, but make it a motivation, instead of treating yourself unfairly." He continued. Almost everyone's attention was on his side but some are always on their sh'ts. "Principality, make a change and as for your Class president, I will look forward to it." He ended there his speech. I lingered around, and everyone are on their mouth shuts.

Everyone slowly retreated and agreed on his speech. They are all silent where they can't even make a word to be said.

The door swang opened and Daryll enters while everyone's attention is on him.

"Always late." I welcomed him with sarcasm.

"Psh." He just let out a deep sigh and placed his head on his table to sleep. The noise of the class went dimmed but some are on their businesses.

"You did not witness the presidential speech, you idiot." I still talking to him even he is not facing me.

"I heard." He replied.

"Why you did not please yourself to come in?" I asked. He was sleeping in his arms while his head facing his left where I am.

"I don't want to ruin his big speech tho." He said even if his eyes were closed.

He was wearing again his daily outfit. The usual denim pants and a lousy shirt. "Is that so?" I asked but he just nodded. "Why are you always late?" I continued.

"It has nothing to do with you." He immediately respond that made my right eyebrow went up.

"I do," I said. He immediately opened his eyes as I said those words.

Confusion formed into his face and even his forehead wrinkled "What?" He asked. His eyes went half opened as he asked me confusingly.

Daryll is half Korean and Filipino. His father is a con artist in Korea while her mother is a doctor in Korea also but she is Filipina. Oh-Hyun-Jae is his Korean name that's why he sometimes immediately speaks Hangul in no time.

"I said, I do," I repeated.

"What?" He uttered again.

"Really?." I mumbled as I draw my attention outside the class.

"What do you mean?" He repeated asking again but still, my attention was on the outside.

"I have," I answered while my attention is outside. While I am staring outside, I insisted to return my attention to Daryll because I saw something that can be interesting stuff. I saw someone who barely appears.

The one who bestowed as the Legacy of Seraphim, the one who called Power of Seraphim, and the one who's always at the top. He's always number one and has an IQ that a common student can't have. Everyone envies him but me, never. What is the use of the brain if you can't use them for luck? Yes, I am the one who keeps on holding my luck.

He was fierce, sweat drains into his face down to her chin while his hands clenched that seems to be dangerous if a single mistake, you'll be killed. This is the second time I saw him. It is rare to saw such a piece of jewelry that only lingers around. But at his state, he seems to like, he doesn't care about his surrounding.

'What's happening?'

If I am not mistaken, it was class hours this time, that's why no student can be seen outside. How come that a Seraphim student got lost here because they barely come out of their shelter. They don't experience the heat of the sun. That's how they treat a Seraphim student. Just because of their superiority and nameless intelligence.

We have no rooms in the office of the principal cause they don't accept such an Idiot. They only accept the three ranks. Seraphim, Cherubim, and Thrones. They treated them like a princess and prince that seems like they're an heir of a golden throne.

We don't insist or made excuses why they don't treat us fairly. Yes, we accept who we are but we need some respect and a comfortable abode.

I found myself walking through the door and heading where that guy was off to. I don't bother looking back where Daryll is instead, I continued what I'm doing. I don't know why I need to do this but I felt something unpredictable.

"Cam!" Daryll called me from behind but I just let it slide because I am in my midst murmuring and doing irrelevant.

Until I reached the hallway that connects to the forest that they called gs of Holiness because of its peaceful atmosphere when you got stumble there. I saw him took the way wherein, he was heading to where tortures always took place.

'What? It could be dangerous.'

I rushingly get my way towards him but to my surprise. I saw something that I don't need to be involved with. I felt something inside me as I saw him. I regret putting myself in this kind of situation.

I just let out a deep sighed as I got myself to withdraw from letting it to see what's happening.

To be continued

Alert: Typos and Grammatically Error! Please bear with it.