7:00 AM, August 1, 2007. Kadic Academy.
So. The first day of school. Alex thought as he strolled through the large front lawn towards Kadic Academy. Everything seemed alive with color. A warm breeze wafted gently through the trees, shifting leaves along the ground. Alex smiled and chuckled as leaves sifted around his feet and seemed to flow along the ground. The sunlight peaked above the domed roof of the beautiful brick building, bursting into a bright streak in his vision. The light filtered through old but thriving trees, casting shifting shadows on the grass and cement. Friends laughed and talked, greeting their old accomplices.
Typical movie scene. Alex shook his head. The 15 year old had brown hair styled in a buzz cut that got longer and spiked in the front, a strong face with a few freckles and deep brown eyes. He was slightly short but solid and well built. A scar on the right side of his forehead drew your gaze. He wore black shoes, blue jeans, and brown shirt with a stylized light brown 3 on it.
Alex jogged through the yard towards one of the two dining halls in the middle. Behind the buildings was the outer wall, and on either side of him were high arched walls. The left was towards the soccer and track field, and the right was towards the school yard. He headed towards the west wall, and soon opened the door to the dining hall. He caught the door and walked in.
He gazed around for a moment before stepping into the line. The moderate sized building was all white, with most of it taken up by white fold-up tables. One end of it was taken up by the kitchens and serving area. The line started along the long side of the building. He grabbed a platter at the corner, and turned to slide his tray along a counter where he received his food and utensils. Alex grabbed his tray off the counter, and plunked down at a random table. He munched on his spaghetti and meatballs while reviewing his class schedule. Gym... Math... Science... Psychology... History... English... . Breakfast was at 7:00 through 8:00, and Lunch at 12:15. Alex smiled grimly, and wolfed down the rest of his breakfast.
The tenth grader stopped a man bedecked with tucked-in knee socks, a red and black jacket, a headband, black sweatpants with red bordering, and a Band-Aid affixed to his face below his left eye. He had brown bushy hair and eyebrows. His strong arms contrasted badly with his slight potbelly. The forty-something man appeared to be patrolling up and down the grounds like a drill sergeant. His nametag read Jim Morales. Apparently, he was the phys-ed teacher. Hmm.
"Hey, can I check out my dorm room right now?" Alex asked. The instructor checked his watch, grumbled something, then said gruffly,
"OK, but you had better be back before your first class, y'hear?" He then launched off on a tirade of schedule rules. Amazing how long one could make a few simple rules sound. Alex cut the babbler off mid-sentence, thanking him for his assistance. He then hurried of before the gym teacher could say anything else.
His dorm room was on the second floor of a large building that took up much of the campus. He opened the door to his room, and stepped in. With a quiet sigh, he closed the door and set down his backpack. Four blank, cream colored walls stared back at him. A low bed sat on the floor to his right, a desk at the end of the room, and a dresser across from the bed. Aside from that, nothing else was there. Alex unzipped his backpack, and gently placed army-style dog tags on top of the dresser. He stared at them for a second, and then left the room, taking his backpack with him. Sunlight glinted dully of the metal of the tags. One read Subject-109, another Subject-058.