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(This was originally on my other account Point of Departure, so no worries, I'm not stealing c:)
Don't worry! The intro is supposed to be vague. Just pull through for the next two chapters or so, and then judge whether you like it or not! Remember to leave a review!
T I t l e : Gallimaufry
A u t h o r : Miasmic
G e n r e : Adventure/Sci fi/ Romance/ MYSTERY
S u m m a r y : Year 2676. Year 2676. In a perfect world where everyone is equal, Sakura seems to have everything she could possibly want. However, after a chain of unexpected events, she finds herself on a deserted island with two bizarre boys. As the embarks on this adventure, she begins to experience love, hate, jealousy, friendship, and above all truth.
║ ¤ Gallimaufry ¤ ║
Introduction:
Le Premier Pas
Year 2676.
"Province 3 Medical Academy is a distinguished school filled with the most renowned, determined, and talented students this world has to offer. At this academy, not only do students excel at their Division, but they also do so with patience, kindheartedness, and most importantly, kinship. This is what defines you. Every student enrolled at an academy is a student for life, and is expected to uphold the Honor Code from the academy he or she derives from. Students must be conscientious at all times of both the Law and the Codes. Beyond the academy, students will represent their province with pride and respect, and recognized not just fellow citizens, but the citizens of other provinces as well. Students will strive for equality and justice, and will base his or her actions off of reason, not personal emotions. These are some of the few principles you must uphold.
Every student in this room is a brother or a sister. As the near future approaches, your time together is coming to a close. In fact, some of you may be split up to separate wings of Institution, and for some the departure center will be the last time you see each other. However, distance is something that should never severe a bond. You have been together for the whole sixteen years you have lived in this province, and the Ministry would like you remind you that although you may be separated, bonds should strengthen and new ones should form with absence. And perhaps you will all meet again in the Capital one day.
Without further ado, the World Ministry would like to congratulate this year's graduating class for a successful fifteen years of provincial education. May the future be prosperous, and may the next four years at Institution be most memorable.
Learn now, and forever more."
Prime Minister Colligan Capital
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The minute the huge projection of the Prime Minister's speech went black, the entire gymnasium was sound with a booming applause and roaring shouts. Red, white, and yellow confetti was falling through the air over the mass of kids, seeming to appear out of thin air. It covered the metal folding chairs which were violently being knocked over in thrill. Some students were discussing the sad yet accurate facts of the speech, and although it pained many of them, everyone was simply too excited to shed any tears yet. Although the chances of seeing each other at Institution were slim to none, it was graduation and they had three days ahead of them of celebrations and recognitions! Until then, they had no need to cry.
Sakura was beaming. She, like the rest of the female body, was clad in a silky red dress and black heels. Her bubble gum hair, beautifully done by her mother, was a curly up-do. Her face was glowing. She honestly had never been so happy. Even if she wouldn't be seeing her friends, just the thought of Institution ignited her insides with a strong passion. Institution was what all kids looked forward to— probably even subconsciously at birth. Graduation year was just something to look forward to in general. Everyone turned sixteen, earning legal privileges, like using the Television Center passed 7 p.m., being able to drink an alcoholic beverage at celebrations— alcohol was usually reserved for the high class Capital residents anyway— more travel and vehicle options, traveling alone, and tablet computer use.
And those were some of the very few.
The reason Sakura was so excited for Institution was because Institution was a place for independence, and although no one ever said it, it was a chance for students to make themselves stand out from the crowd. It seemed farfetched to Sakura at first— for students to stand out—, because this world, unlike previous ones, was a world of equality. She had been taught that since she could first understand words. But Sakura had heard that after students graduate from Institution, sometimes a select few move on to live in the Capital. After Institution, the Capital is what everyone looks forward to. The Capital was a secluded city not far from Institution. No normal person was granted access to the inside, and the only people ever seen leaving the city were the World Ministry members. The World Ministry described the Capital as a place "all should set a goal toward". Residents there lived in the lap of luxury. They had everything so they didn't even need to leave. If someone somehow worked hard enough, the Ministry could let him in. That would be a rarity, though. If it were to ever happen, it would be considered an esteemed privilege. Besides, that's all a theory. Why only some people lived in the Capital was completely unknown. What made them so special? How did they get the attention of the Ministry?
Some questions were impossible to answer.
"Sakura!" Kira, Sakura's best friend, said, "We're officially First Year Institution undergrads!"
Sakura's smile widened, her green eyes glistening, "I know! Its ridiculous how fast time flies! Next thing you know we'll be graduates."
Both girls squealed, holding each other's hands and jumping up and down. Around them students began to file out of the gym to greet their awaiting families. Weirdly enough, the only people allowed to watch the Prime Minister's speech to the graduating class was the graduating class. Many people assumed this was so because it was a personal address, and therefore no one else should hear it. With that, it was also forbidden to talk about the speech with anyone other than your fellow classmates. In private— that was stressed. No one was bothered by that rule, though. Prime Minister Colligan Capital's speeches were nothing special.
As soon as Sakura stepped outside of the gym doors she was attacked by a mass of hugs and a face full of flowers. She flinched at the suddenness. It was apparent that her family had found her before she found them. Typical.
She knew it was going to be a long three days.
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Tick.
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"Institution is a high tech academy collecting the most elite provinces from all over the world under one code, and on one campus. The campus is nearly the size of three North Eastern Provinces put together… And as many of you know, North Eastern Provinces aren't small… Upon arrival all enrolled students will assembly briefly for orientation. Following that will move-in. All map information can be found using the directories throughout the campus and dormitories. All meals will be served in the dining hall of your designated wing. Half of your classes will be based on your Specialization, or Division, and the other half will be general academics. Some of those general classes will also be "connecting classes", in which Provinces will "connect" their knowledge on certain subjects… For example: The Medical Province and the Athletic Province may discuss the composition and function of skeletal muscle… We have these classes because Institution's goal is to bring all 9 Provincial Branches of Academics together… Those 9 Branches include; Medicine, Business, Athletics, Arts, Education, Science, History, Law, and Math… This means that many of your classmates will be of mixed provinces," The lady informed, stopping to scan the crowd of students before continuing on. Sakura paid no mind. The lady was talking so fast and so many awkward pauses— which were unnecessarily dramatic and took up precious time.
They were in the departing center waiting to go through security. The lady— a faculty member of Institution— had been giving that very boring lesson for the past half hour. Of course, Sakura already did her research. Who wouldn't? She thought. Impatiently she tapped her foot. Her eyes drifted to her side where she had her navy blue carry-on and book bag. The rest of her things were already on their way to Institution by shipping. At the rate this lady was talking, her stuff could get there before her.
As soon as aforementioned lady dismissed them, Sakura made a beeline for security, weaving through the ropes toward the first check point for identification. At the podium was a stocky old man with a white mustache that covered most of his lips. He smiled, the mustache making his entire mouth disappear.
"Please swipe your Data Chip in front of the detector," He said, pointing to the front of the podium at a black glass square imbedded inside. Sakura slid her forearm passed it, watching as the microchip in the tissues of her arm emitted a visible green light through her skin. The man's podium 'beeped', signaling the successful transmission of the data.
"Har-uno, Sa-ku-ra," He enunciated, looking down at the podium screen where Sakura's information was displayed, "Province 3 of the South-Eastern hemisphere. Branch: Medical – Division: Surgery - Sub-division: Neurosurgery. 16 years of age. First time traveler. Destination: Institution."
He looked up, grinning.
"Welcome to Province 3 Departure Center. Have a nice flight."
Sakura smiled in return and began walking down a long mechanical hallway to the next station. From floor to ceiling the hall was a digital screen. As Sakura walked one wall digitized her reflection, while the other showed her silhouette and flight information. Everywhere else along the hall there were moving advertisements. Still, the floor was what Sakura loved the most. At the beginning of the hall it started out as mud, then shifted to snow, then to sand, and then grass. Each time her foot touched ground she left a foot print— each different based on the terrain—, and whenever she stepped, it sounded like she was stepping on that specific terrain.
At the end of the hall there was a grumpy looking guard. He took Sakura bags and placed them on a massive metal table. She guessed the table was a scale.
The guard had on clear x-ray goggles.
"Please swipe you DC," he said as he looked over her things. Sakura did as told, feeling a little uncomfortable knowing that he could see everything inside of her bags. As she swiped her arm across the detector on the table, the man's goggles lit up with information. Sakura could see her picture in them.
"Clear." He called out, shoving her bags out of the way and beckoning the next person to come. Hurriedly, Sakura took her things and scrammed.
Security only took a few minutes. However, as Sakura waited for the rest of her class to finished up, she could see another province, probably a smaller one without a departure center, beginning to file through the digital hallway. Her eyes scanned down the line of unfamiliar faces and suddenly stopped dead at a dark haired girl. She looked familiar. What Branch was that province? Sakura strained her eyes to look at the name displayed on the wall as the girl walked through.
There wasn't enough time to think before she was being ushered on toward the gates.
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The approximate amount of time to get to Institution was around 15 hours. Sakura sighed at this. There were around 10 people on her small plane, which made things a little more comfortable. But, she thought, since it's such a small plane there is nowhere walk. And therefore, nothing to do.
Sakura sighed again, not noticing the flight attendant waiting beside her.
"What would you like to drink?" she asked quietly, bending over.
"I'm not thirsty. Thank you, though," Sakura responded with an apologetic grin.
"But I insist," The flight attendant said quickly, "We have juice straight from the South-Western Province 46."
Not wanting to be bothered at the moment, Sakura concealed another sigh and said— in the kindest way she could— "I'll take the best thing you got."
"Yes ma'am!" The flight attendant said, sounding too accomplished.
When the drink finally came, Sakura had to admit that it was probably one of the best tasting juices ever. It was a cloudy pink color, with loads of pulp. What was in it? Jumjaba fruits? Strawraspberry and Pine? Cocoapple? Whatever it was, it was strong. Though, it had a bit of an acrid aftertaste. And it made Sakura feel like she hadn't slept in days. It was kind of like a wave of heat had flushed over her body, and as the heat disappeared; it took the rest of her energy with it. She fought the exhaustion. The flight had only just begun! As she gazed out the window with heavy eyelids, all she saw was a wide expanse of white clouds. The bumps and shapes blurred the more she blinked. Soon enough she was going to be knocked out. However, right before drifting off into sleep, a strip of red caught her eye:
EMERGENCY EXIT.
To be continued…
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(Review please!)
Hello! Some of you may recognize this from my other account: Point of Departure. Well, I've decided to created another account for more serious stories, and this is one of them. By no means am I dumping my other account. I'm using both :). Also, this intro is supposed to be confusing, so just hang in there. It's just relevant information that needs to be known in order to understand the rest of the story! It'll get better!
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