MY WORLD - The feeding of birds

Another morning oozes by in near identical fashion as the last. Although the bell, Eden has begun to notice, sounds more and more like it's screaming rather than ringing. Even the ticking of the clocks scattered around the academy, sound gutturally produced. Sometimes, and much against his better judgment, Eden lifts his head from the sea of lowered ones just to see if anybody else hears it. If anybody else feels their sanity slipping through their fingers in broad daylight like him. But the heads always remain lowered.

Eden sanely unwraps his store-bought bagel from the plastic in tune with his tablemates. Yet another meaningless ritual that he has copied to perfection, however one does that. As he's about to take a bite, the girl sitting to his right, shifty-eyed and smug, nears his ear with a whisper.

“Hey. What's up with you and Petunia?” She nods in the creature's direction, sitting in the same place as when the day started. Eden glances away, takes a stubborn bite.