When I growup

First day of school.

I woke and went through the motions in preparing myself before stepping outside to wait upon the hover vehicle.

"Good morning second miss Jah,"

Birdie's voice truly annoyed me.

Her face, hair, outfit and every single thing about her.

Why is it that she must be cheery early in the morning? Why is it, that she have to look so... 'awake'?

"Mm, morning,"

The ride was not long, merely half an hour before arriving in front of the towering iron gates of the school.

Brittons Hill Secondary School. The founder's name of the school.

Actually my third brother had informed me of this school history; it was first built 300 years ago which is not old, rather, it is a fairly new school.

Built by a local noble family for children who had to travel much further. After the OK, from the local government.

It had then been filled with various students from lower and middle noble families.

Second, third and first born children with a few being concubine born.

The school teaching body had a solid foundation, the teachers had a clean history and solid educational foundation quickly allowing the school to rise locally into the top ranks in under twenty years.

I have to say this is not bad and is in fact because of this I had decided on this school after careful consideration with my siblings.

The path to the school is long--fifteen minutes walking time at a leisure pace and about half that if you walk somewhat fast.

Looking at the monster size palm trees flanking each side of the wide path I felt as if I was back on earth for a split second before looking up at the sky where the suns shone. 

"Birdie, remember what I had mentioned yesterday."

"Of course I remember second young miss Jah,"

I nodded, looking at her and smiling. Sigh, after she had disappointed me, I simply could not warm up to her like before.

A servant pet is to be trusted with your life, but how can I?

I liked her yes, I trusted her of course! But not that much that I can simply cling to her and be my true self.

She will be treated fairly and much better than all except my siblings but that is simply it. In this world being cautious and unforgiving will add another hundred years to your life than forgiving those so easily and dying without knowing.

I lived life to much.

Around us, students in matching uniforms passed us; females in knee length navy blue skirts, black stockings, shoes and a inner button up high collared crispy white shirt with a outer V-neck navy blue jacket.

On the right chest area are the crest representing the school of a beautiful purple plum tree encircled by white birds. This is for the first to second years while those from the third year wore a bow tie for the males and long pants, the girls the similar skirts but a lighter colour jacket and skirt. The fourth year wore a tie with the crest printed directly on it with a swallow tailed double breast jacket.

The firls wore the similar attire with a skirt navy blue once again but with finer pleats.

The difference truly is major.

I wondered to myself how the next four years of my school life will be?

For some people at the age of sixteen-seventeen going to school has many meanings.

For those nerds/scholarly/bookworms/attentive and want-to-really-pass types; school is life. It is a fascinating place for gaining knowledge to assist or rather prepare them for the outside world.

For other students, school is a horror, depressing, hateful, leisure, a place to bully the weak and unfortunate.

They have either problems entering the school or entering it for their own gains..basically, the first and the bullies aren't much different. Just, the difference is righteous while the other is for underhanded means. for me?

Mm, school is no different from the first few.

I want to learn about this world, I want to live.

I want to survive.

I want to live out my days with my husbands safely watching our children grow and their children…

In the end, the goal for every living being is to watch his/her offspring mature.

Simply my legacy, but flesh and blood.

Heh, this time there is no tree to look at outside, simply a clear path and a court, a few scattered blue leaf trees and roses.

Such a fantasy, unable to tear me from my past life.

When will I fully ingrain myself into this world without comparing everything?

it is not much different, so why?

Had I not spent yesterday thinking about all of this?

"Second miss Jah?"

"I have heard the gardens on the school property are beautiful. A reminder of those back in ancient earth, in fact, I had read somewhere that before the war and deterioration of ancient earth in the early-middle twenty-first century there was an old three over one thousand four hundred years old in the eastern continent; beautiful bright yellow small leaves located in a mountain side temple."

Actually, it was located in China, the Buddhist temple, the specific location has been 'forgotten'.

Every year we would visit, and admire the simple beauty of something so anciently beautiful.

For humans, we lived only on average eighty to maybe one hundred plus years, while for this tree to live so long without being destroyed...simply a miracle in itself.

"I have heard of them,"

"Then this garden should be breathtaking,"

walking the path, we passed the lake and well-kept lawn, many scattered students stood admiring the view.

Entering the path leading into the garden, it soon opened up to view a sight I could not help but simply describe as breathtaking.

Ah, earth had many beautiful sights but this world... I truly hope that we do not destroy its beauty.

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Notes:

~Forgotten: actually, here I didn't want to specifically mention it because I'm not sure I am allowed to. I'll just leave the name and age of the tree here and you can look it up yourself. 1,400-year-old ginkgo tree.