Before reading, readers should be aware that the story is going to be complicated. The true characters of the Powerpuff Girls series will not appear until later in the story. For right now, the story is told in third person point of view in another character's perspective. The characters are made up characters not owned by the original series.
In addition, there will be many made up characters just to keep the story going. The first few chapters will be focused on the made up characters. There is no main characters of this story. The story will have all of the characters told in someone's perspective or through third person. If readers are not into reading these characters, you can always stop reading.
One final note, the made up characters are also owned by another user, but I will not write down the user's name specifically for the reason that she is not writing stories in Fanfiction anymore. Also, the made up characters of this story has different personalities from the original make, and hopefully, readers could enjoy them as they are also ones who make up this particular story line. This particular story is a very difficult piece to write and the plot needs a lot of characters, so the characters undergo a lot of changes for this to make the story seem realistic.
Thank you for reading this.
Chapter One
Buzz.
It was a Sunday morning. Clouds were in a good shape today. No rain, no storm, no nothing. It was a pretty normal day with the sun up in the sky, which could make people go for a hot day at the beach. It was the day of getting along with people and go play in the playgrounds, parks, and more. Anyday, that is to say, if not for today. No other day was like today—
Buzz.
Ignoring sounds of noisy objects, people in the streets had very bright smiles. They seemed to be shopping, talking, eating, etc. Aside from these friendly-going environment, the city is packed with people to achieve the same goal: having fun. Whatever the fun was, that fun did not go bad at all—
Buzz.
The noise of a certain alarm clock would go in intervals of five. Every fifth interval, which is twenty-five seconds, the alarm clock would go ringing. Alarms serve as someone's purposes in his or her daily lives. And this alarm, particularly, is actually quite annoying, obstructive, repetitious, which could distract someone's sleep and wake them up from a nice and long dream.
Finally, the alarm went off, thanks to the owner. The owner, still sleepy, had gotten up from laying down on the bed. His hair all fluffy and unorganized, his eyes still dreaming and closing, his body still paralyzed yet able to move. Whatever the situation was, he did feel a slight degree of irritation. Ultimately, he worked his right arms around the edge and picked the alarm clock up. The alarm clock reads 8:00 a.m. in the morning.
8 a.m., what a nice day to start out with! The sun is bright up in the sky and birds chirping to make humans feel happy, what more can a person do early in the morning? Jogging, exercising, and so many more!
However, this guy, and repeating it again, especially, not this guy; he lacks that kind of nature. He wanted to perform exercises early in the morning, but he never did any. Everyday he would fix the alarm, setting the time to 6:00 a.m., then 7:00 a.m., and with the current being 8:00 a.m. Everyday, he is changing his routine and having an extra hour of sleep.
He planned that he would wake up and start exercising, but no he never even bothered. Therefore, he set the alarm even later.
"Two more hours of sleep and I can go out," he says.
Two hours later, actually, a little over two hours, he woke up. When he woke up, he felt so relaxed. He had enough sleep, and that is how he still keep thinking that sleeping more would result in a healthy state.
Apparently, it is not true. He does not know that, and in fact, he is not even aware of that.
To get more serious, his everyday life is even boring. After he graduated from high school, he had been applying to colleges. None of them accepted him. How funny is that.
First of all, his grades were, well, not so good. He barely graduated and was in the verge of failing. Was he actually a complete idiot or he did that on purpose? He does not know it himself, but people view him as a maniac who only rushes through the school year.
Even he, himself, is not clear of why he did not get accepted to one of the colleges he applied to. He knew a lot of people who also had bad grades that got into a normal college. But why was he not accepted? The answer was, he is totally an idiot.
His name was Bling. Not so much a person who can go blinging and whatever. He hates his name too but it was not like everyone was going to know that. He was good at running, and that was the only thing he was good at. At least, that was all he knew he can do.
Basically, he did not make any friends and tried to but all rejected him. He felt someone had put a curse on him and that everyone got away from him. He was labeled one with flaws.
His family went overseas. The exact location is New York, United States of America. Who knows why they went there. He did not bother asking and he felt good to be alone. Although his family would occasionally ask him about his grades, he would directly tell the truth. His parents was not satisfy with the grades he received but they loved him so much that they could never raise their voice.
He is super poor, but his parents are super rich. Huh? That does not make sense. Actually, it makes sense when people can see he only lives by himself. With his parents overseas, how can he do a living? Every month he pays the rent, and the rent is usually his monthly salary from a part-time job. His parents sends him money to only pay for school, so he does not get the money for himself.
Very complicated. Well, it gets even more complicated. If his parents loved him so much, then why do they not send him all the money? He thought about it before and never got the answer.
In reality, his parents work for an organization and does research. They keep their jobs hidden and the money cannot leave their pockets. The money will always go to the organization to construct more projects. There is little time and little money for their beloving young son.
With Bling not knowing what their job was, he did not want to go deeper. If his parents are happy over there, then that was enough.
As he walked down the stairs to the kitchen, he grabbed a cup of milk in the refrigerator. He was so thirsty that milk was the only option. He had not bought a pack of water for two weeks and his sink in the kitchen stopped working. Funny how he does not ask people to fix it for him.
A few seconds after pouring down the milk on another cup, Bling moved to the dining table and sat on one of the chairs. Looking out at the large windows, nature had appeared in his face. This must have been his one millionth time wandering outside of the house through the window, and sitting down.
"I wish I could do better for a living."
He was clear that his current life is not that enjoyable, but it seems he could never get away from this life. He wanted to do exercise but it was always a failure. Bling also wanted to find a better job so he could book an airplane ticket to visit his parents, but he is still at level zero when he has no idea where his parents' house were at. Even if he knew it was New York, there were plenty of places in New York.
In the end, he would give up and move on with his usual and casual life. Nothing always seemed to tell him a hint of what to do in the future; it was as if what he had been doing for the last nineteen years were actually his life from the beginning.
Sometimes, Bling wondered why his parents are so unique that he is living by himself. He even wondered if they forgot about him until every year he receives money for his birthday. Not to mention, Bling had never seen their faces since the age of five.
Suddenly, the front entrance door had popped open. There came two boys that were pretty much the same age as Bling.
Right, forgot to mention about that. Bling lived in his house for almost nineteen years, but his money was running out, so he had to rent two of his rooms to people. Apparently, he earned money, but he would always use them out.
The fridge was another issue. He told them he was willing to share with them, but when two guys are teamed up, the loser is going to have less space. Who cares if he was the owner? Should he not satisfy his guests more?
The bedroom that was being rented was the rooms of his parents and the study room. He felt awful but he had no money, that is the most important. Who knows when will his parents come back?
The guys never cleaned their rooms, the bathrooms, the kitchen area, the living room, almost anything. Bling was not their babysitter so he left the mess there. Those guys thought Bling was also someone who hates cleaning up, so they kept on not cleaning up after that.
As long as it will not affect Bling himself, he pretty much did not care whatever happens to the house. After all, his parents will never come back. Living in New York is their actual home, he supposed.
"I'm going to get the mail," Bling said, trying to avoid them as much as possible. He was not their friend nor close relative. They were simply people who are living in the same house and goes to the same school.
The only thing that has changed was these guys, who are really messy, got into a normal college. Bling scoffed at that when they told him they got accepted into a good college and laughed at Bling for not being able to continue school.
Well, it was not like Bling wanted to continue school. He was not the type to go to school, but he did care about his grades for some reason. One, he knew going to education will look good on resumes. Two, he knew his parents will want to hear that he DID at least go to college.
"Yeah, go get the mail for us too," one of them said and opened the television controller.
The other guy laid back onto the couch and without taking his shoes off, leaned his feet across the table. "Oh my gosh, did you see that? They won yesterday!"
"Oh really? Cool!" the first guy responded and also leaned onto the table with his feet. After he leaned, he took a bag of chips from the table and started to crunch on them.
As soon as Bling got back from the mail, he saw the usual scene in his house. That one scene where these two guys would eat in a messy way, with their feet leaned across the table, and their shoes dirty.
"Here, these are your mail," Bling said as he placed the mail on the table. Bling left the living room and walked to the dining room. Finally, he saw a letter for himself. He quickly sat down to one of the chairs and opened the letter.
Before he read the first line of the letter, he took a sip of milk from the dining table he took out earlier. Man, he was thirsty again. When he stared back at the letter, he saw two words that got him surprised.
Enigia College.
Wait, college? He got into a college? But…!
Bling was about to throw the mail away. He never applied to this college; in fact, he has never heard of it before. This must have been a scam.
However… he wanted to look at it for once, even if it was a scam.
So, he finally began to read the letter.
Dear Bling,
We are so glad to have you as one of our students at Enigia College. You might be wondering what our college is or that you might think this must have been a scam. Actually, we are not what you think of. Our college has been established for over fifty years now. We would like you to come to our college as you have showed good performance through your education and life activities.
We are not looking for people with good grades but those who have special talents they never knew. Even if you knew you had talents, you should consider coming to our college. Our college has high and advanced technologies that will improve your achievements. More importantly, Enigia College is mostly for research purposes, and you will have your own research as well as choice to do something else to better the society and world.
Unfortunately, a letter to you is supposed to welcome you to our college; therefore, we cannot explain everything to you at once. If you are interested, we would like you to come over and we can explain them to you as time passes by.
Shortly, if you decide to join us, please do call Enigia College at XXX-XXX-XXXX. We want to remind you that after you have set your decision, we will enroll you at our college immediately. If you have decided to go to another college or quit Enigia College, we cannot remove you from our system. Once you are a part of us, we will send someone to retrieve you to our college.
Thank you for your time reading,
Enigia College
Even after reading this, he still thinks it is a scam. He will have to think about it.
"Bling, what you reading?" one of the guys came over to grab food from the freezer. To be honest, they are not really interested. They just do not want to have anything to do with Bling at all.
"Nothing," Bling said.
Well, if he wanted to get out of this house and life, he should probably go to this Enigia College. Besides, those guys will keep laughing if he had not found a college yet.
Bling began to stand up and walk back to his room. When he closed the door of his room, he sat down on his seat. Placing the letter down onto the table, he still wondered what he was supposed to do. No other college accepted him and not even one will in the future. He has one chance for this college. Yet he has no idea what this college was at all.
Colleges usually have a motto of some sort. He felt maybe this college was real, but then he would think this college was a scam. If it was a scam, why do people like doing that to him? Trying to have high hopes for him? Trying to torture him even more?
He has already been alone when his parents decided to go to New York.
Wait. The U.S.A.
Bling noticed the address of Enigia College. That was U.S.A.! But the location or state was not New York. Just when he thought that he could finally visit his parents, he was still a long way to go.
"U.S.A. huh?" he asked himself. Did he really have to think that much? Sure, his hometown was not the United States of America, and he did thought of going to America for once, just that he has no money.
And this college… Enigia College… wants him to pay for his own airplane ticket just to go attend school? That is totally a scam!
Late afternoon, the sun has moved down, almost as if it was near the horizon.
Bling walked through the streets of his hometown. He sees young children playing and running around. It kind of reminded of his younger self, where he would play with his parents before they went to New York.
As he walked and walked, his hands were tired. He bought so many groceries that he thought he needed to buy for the week. But when the roommates appeared in his head, he completely forgot that the fridge had no more space to put.
He sighed, why did he have to buy groceries? He could just go out and eat on his own. But again, that was a waste of money.
Looking at the ground as he continued walking, he was deciding if he should put the groceries somewhere else in the house or buy a new fridge. And what if he did buy a new one? The roommates might just think that he bought it for them. They would think how considerate Bling was, that Bling knew they needed more space so he bought a new one just for them—
"Watch out!" a girl had appeared in front of him.
Actually, she did not just appear out of nowhere. It was Bling who was not paying attention to the front. If he did, he would not have crashed down.
When he saw that his groceries were everywhere on the ground, he gasped. "Oh no, my groceries!"
The girl got up as well and touched her forearm. When she heard him talk about his groceries, she scoffed at him, "Why are you worrying about your groceries? I am hurt because of you!"
Bling looked up at her but continued to pick up his food. He began to say, "A person can be healed anytime. But what about food? The scratches, the wounds, the bruises… they will be forever engraved."
The girl rolled her eyes and shot back, "Okay I get it. Who cares about that? You can peel them off or cut them off."
When he was finished picking, he walked over to the girl and asked, "What about you? Can I cut you off?"
She raised her eyebrows up feeling offended. "What—what did you say?"
"Nevermind," he said and continued to walk home.
"Hey!" she yelled at him and caught up to him, "You did not say sorry!"
"Was I?" he wondered.
The girl was offended. It was technically his fault for not looking at the front. Making her say he needed to apologize was embarassing to her.
Then, Bling finally apologized, "Well, sorry about earlier."
"Fine, I will take your apology." And in a second, she left.
When Bling noticed she had gone, he turned his head around to find her again. He actually did not take into account of what she was. He knew she was a girl and judging by her attitude, she must be very bossy or impatient.
When he caught her in the eye, he studied her for a while.
This girl… she looks foreign to me. When he moved his iris at her hair, it was too late for him to noticed that she had no natural hair. Well, it looked natural, but the color did not.
He found out that he had long blue hair, the blue had many variations, such that it could look navy to him and sometimes just bright blue due to the sunlight.
She was wearing something unusual as well. Her outfit had so many colors on them and it outstood his eyes.
Alright, enough of that.
Because… he thought he was seeing a rainbow. He felt he was living in a fantasy. This girl had interesting blue hair, wearing rainbow colors, and had a very pale skin. It looked like a rainbow appeared in front of him that was transparent despite of how realistic it looked. The transparency was her skin, the colors of her clothes were the colors of the rainbow. The blue hair seemingly matched the blue sky.
Oh… what was he thinking? This comparison must have been boring. The girl was an actual human, not something from the sky.
It was not until this time of day that things would change his life forever. Bling's corrupted life, to be exact.
As he opened his front entrance door, he noticed the two roommates had been long waiting for him to come back home.
"What?" Bling asked, politely.
"What is this?" one guy said as he put up a letter up in the air with his bare hands.
Bling took a quick glance at the letter and remembered about the letter. It was the letter from Enigia College. But what stroke him was how did they find out about it? They were never allowed to go into his room, even Bling could not go into theirs.
"Did you guys go to my room?" he asked in a serious tone.
"Well, we called you many times and you never answered," one guy explained.
"And so you went into my room?" Bling asked.
The other guy folded his arms and responded, "Of course bro, we thought you were in there!"
Bling rolled his eyes, there is something that still did not make sense. "I told you guys that I left to buy groceries."
"We never heard anything like that!" the first guy laughed.
Right. Even if he told them, they will deny hearing it. Sometimes Bling knew they forget or that they just did not bother to hear him. Why did he need to tell them he was going grocery shopping? There were many times when he said that, and when he got home, and when the fridge had new groceries, that was when they will ask.
That being said, they never heard it in the first place. What was the point of telling them?
Well, Bling was usually honest with his intentions. He had to say he was going out for a little bit. But again, he felt good when he said he was going out for a reason even if he did not get a response. What he said was truth anyways.
"Okay, drop that now," Bling finally said, "So what if I am going to that college?"
"We are just curious," one answered, "Just curious what kind of college this was. Enigia College."
"You don't believe that I can go to such a college?" he asked.
"Well, considering you are a slacker and such," the first one said, "And considering you never got accepted to any colleges you applied to, what makes you get into this college? How come we didn't get into an American college?"
Bling raised his left eyebrow up and for the first time, he laughed, "So you think I was an idiot? Well I agree with you, I am an idiot. But who says an idiot cannot go to any colleges?"
"Bling, this is just not right for you bro," the other guy pointed out, "Going to college doesn't fit you bro."
At this point, Bling got mad. To be more exact, he was actually mad at himself. He never showed interest going to school, and made an impression of not liking school to everyone else. This was all his own fault, for making such a bad image of himself to others and making them think he was not able to go to college. But he was also mad at himself for not taking responsibility of his own grades and not become someone his parents wished for. So why did he have to go to college? What makes him, himself, able to think he can go to college for real? Does anyone care?
No. These two roommates did not care if he went to college or whatnot, they just like to laugh at himself. They do that to feel good. Yet they also knew Bling was easygoing, that was what people envied him about. Bling can be easygoing and has so many flaws, but still able to live however he wanted and without fail.
Sometimes, Bling wondered, was he only good at being like this? It was thanks to his parents, that he was left alone, yet not feeling at all lonely or killing himself. He was glad he could overcome.
"Okay," Bling began to speak, "You want me to quit?"
"No bro," they both said in unison, "I think this is a scam, Bling."
Yeah right. They could care less about being a scam. They would not be so nice to him and worry about him.
"It is not a scam," Bling shot back and then he got out his phone and called the college. He waited for the other line to pick up. When the phone from the other side had picked up his phone call, he was still feeling uneasy. What if it was really a scam?
"Put on the speaker," the roommates said.
Bling did as they told.
"Hello? Who is this?"
Before he answered, Bling took a deep breath, "Hi, this is Bling."
"Oh! It is Bling!"
"Yes… uh, I have decided, I want to be a part of the college."
"That is exciting to hear!" the woman on the phone exclaimed, "We are so glad to hear that you want to enroll as our student! We know that you are not in America, so do not worry! We will book your ticket to America after we send one of our students to retrieve you. Currently, she is in your hometown!"
Two of his roommates looked defeated, their jaws opened, eyes fixed, and body shocked.
Bling was not trying to say he was going to enroll, but wanted to prove to them that he could get into a college, and that Enigia College was not a fake college.
Now that he said he will enroll as a student, he kind of regretted. What about his house? What about his groceries he just bought not long ago? What about his part-time job? And most importantly, what about his rent money? Was his house going to be those two boys' from now on?
"Bling!" one of them said, "Wow, it was not a scam after all!"
Bling could hear that they were faking it and they were not good at hiding their expressions.
The other roommate also agreed while nodding his head, "Congratulations bro!"
Huh. You guys probably just want me out of the house, Bling thought.
"Bling, they are going to retrieve you soon," one said, "Let's pack up bro."
I guess I was right. They do want me out.
Before the two pulled Bling back into the house, a lighter voice, which appears to be a feminine voice, started to ring behind the three boys.
"So this is where he lives," the girl said looking at her watch.
Bling turned around, surprised to hear the same voice from earlier. The surprisement doubled after he saw the rainbow again.
She turned to look at the three of them, "So one of you guys are the student."
Two of the roommates looked at one another. "Uh… who are you?" they asked in not a so polite tone.
The girl rolled her eyes and asked in an annoyed attitude, "Who is Bling?"
The two boys pointed at Bling, whcih made the girl look at Bling.
"So you are Bling," she said, "Come on, we are going to the airport."
"What?" Bling was so confused.
"Wow!" one roommate shouted and went inside the house. "I will go get your belongings!"
Bling turned his head around and yelled, "Wait! I am supposed to be the one packing up!"
The girl walked up to the front doorsteps and folded her arms, which she began to order around, "Hurry up, we don't get all day."
The other roommate who was still at the front entrance looked at the girl. He noticed she was trying to come into the house so he instantly blocked her way.
She glared at him, questioning, "What are you doing? Let me in."
"No," he said and conitnued to block her from entering. "You do not live here so why do I have to let you in?"
She scoffed and used her index finger to point at him, "What did you say!? I am a guest!"
"Oh? You were?"
She rolled her eyes and resumed folding her arms, speechless.
"Bling, weren't you supposed to pack?" he finally looked at Bling and questioned.
"Right…" Bling responded and went upstairs to pack up.
Finally, he was going to leave the house. Leave this town. Leave this particular hometown. Uh… where was he going? That was right, America. The famous country in the world.
Bling carried his two suitcases as he followed the girl.
When they both reached to a black car, Bling's surprisement tripled. The car was so long and it was one of those rich cars. Where did this come from? And one final question, what is Enigia College? They could afford this kind of car?
"Hello? Get in?" she asked when she has been holding onto the car door for almost a minute.
"Oh, sorry," Bling apologized and hopped onto the carseat.
She hopped in as well and closed the door. When both of them were seated, the driver began to start the engine. The car soon drove up to about 60 miles per hour.
Bling decided to look at the window and view the hometown for one last time. He was not sure he was going to come back, but he was sure his college life would be living there in four years.
"By the way," the girl said, "My name is Believe."
Bling turned around and eyed at her. "Huh?"
She sighed as she shook her head, "I just knew it when people will get that expression in their face." As she was saying the word expression, she let out her hand and punched Bling in the face.
"What the heck?" he aksed, one hand touching his nose.
"I hate my name too, you blockhead!"
Bling rolled his eyes. "Huh? Why the too? I never said anything about hating my name."
Believe gave him a glare for a minute. As soon as she stopped looking at him, she took out a piece of paper and handed over to him. "Look at it yourself."
Bling held onto the paper and started to read the words.
Name: Bling
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Likes: Playing games and exercise, but never get to exercise at all.
Dislikes: Sleeping but always sleeps until 10.
Other: I hate my name I want to change it, I never bling at all either. I don't know why my parents named me that.
Bling turned his head to face Believe. Then, he asked, "What the heck? I never wrote this to this college!"
Believe nodded and held out another piece of paper for him to read, "Yeah I know."
Bling began to read the second paper.
Name: Believe
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Likes: All of the colors that exist on earth.
Dislikes: Playing with dolls.
Other: I don't believe in anything.
"Okay…" Bling said, "So… your name is Believe and you actually don't believe in anything, that does not even make sense. That means right now you don't believe in what I just said… is that not a little bit contradictory?"
Believe snatched the paper back and smacked Bling in the head, "OMG you are such a blockhead. Of course I didn't believe in anything! Up until this college, I don't know how they found out about me! But now I know, well, because enrolled as a student there, I got to know."
"So… what is this school like?" Bling finally asked.
"Well," she began, "I was like you… hmmm, about four months ago. I was enrolled in the college through a letter as well. But when I got there, the students I met there told me different kinds of stories. Some were from rich families that enrolled them in. Some told me that this school was not known outside of the country unless the school cooperates with some kind of research from other countries, and that is how there are so many foreign students at the school."
"Uh…"
Believe continued, "I also met other people who actually knew about the school by themselves… and those kids, they are super smart and talented. They are assigned in missions for research purposes… I still have not been assigned yet…"
"Okay… what does that mean?"
"OMG you blockhead!" she smacked him again and continued, "My classification at this school is an A class. A class is considered the top and A class students should be able to perform a research mission, but I don't have a team."
"Oh."
"There is one guy at our school who is an S class. S class is superior to class A."
Bling nodded, but he was not really interested in it.
Believe still had stuff to say, so she kept talking, "Somehow… his classification was unknown for the last two years. He was always known as the S student… oh, he was the only S student of the college for this generation. You see, being an S student is so rare."
"Is this like… grade system?"
"No," she said, "It is blood running from you that determines your classification. I was placed in the A class when my blood result had been researched at the school. They want me to enroll in the school not because of my grades or anything else, what convinced me was their classification system. This school is not as easy as you think."
"So… the reason why they pick me was because I have some sort of classification?"
"Well," she said, "No. I know a lot of people who are C, D, and F class. Their blood is corrupted and not stable. The reason why there are C, D, and F classes existing at the college is because the school has preparation for them to make their blood become more stabilized, that means they can still go up the class rank. For A and B class, their blood is stable. B class is considered average."
"Then what about S?"
"S is super rare," she answered, "Not much is known about S class. In the history of Enigia College, there are two students who were S class. Even the principal is not an S class, you see how being an S student is an impossibility? There is so much research going on to find out about what S class possesses. S class is considered rare and dangerous."
"What? Shouldn't S be like… excellent and good?"
"Yeah, but because S is impossible to achieve, it is safe to say that an S student is dangerous and is probably a monster."
"What the?"
"You still haven't understand the school yet," she said, "The school is researching on things you would probably never know from the start. You might think this is a regular college to go attend class, but it is not. You still attend your classes, but you must attend a class that is programmed by the Enigia College. That being said, they are researching on the existence of evil, mostly coined by the term monster. There is research going on that someone out there is practicing evil."
"You are telling me that I am just here to do this? To help the college find that evil?"
"Our class system of blood determination is actually difficult. We are actually lacking the true blood. The range is from 1 to 100. S should be likely in the 50s. If our blood exceeds 50, the school will never accept you into the college. 50 and up is dangerous. True blood is dangerous."
"Okay… I want to rest for now, I don't believe in this yet until I see the college for real."
It was supposed to be a bright sky, but it was a darker color. When the car approached to the airport, it was final. This was going to be the last time for Bling to say goodbye to the town. Well, in his mind.
"Let's go in," Believe said as she grabbed one of Bling's suitcases. She went pass the security and into the gates.
"Wait, you just skipped the security!"
Believe took out a badge and showed it to Bling, answering him, "Look, I don't need to. I come from Enigia College. You are a student of Enigia College and this is what you need. And besides, we are going onto the airplane of Enigia College, not regular airlines."
Bling felt assured and traveled to Believe. The both of them got onto the plane in another five minutes or so.
"Just to make things clear," Believe said, "We're both in the same grade, so that means we are freshmen of Enigia College this year."
"Okay…"
"And when being teamed up to research, you can be teamed up with any people, freshmen, sophomores, juniors, seniors, class A, B, or S."
"What about C, D, F?"
"They can't do research," she simply responded, "Like I said, their blood is unstable."
Bling shook his head. He had heard enough fantasies. This girl, Believe, she said she never believed in anything. Right now, what he was hearing, he did not believe it one bit still. He must have been fantasizing all along. Maybe tomorrow the dream will wake him up and he can see himself still at his house.
The airplane started to fly, which made Bling feel a little uncomfortable. He had always wanted to ride on an airplane. He had hoped one day he would so he could meet his parents. In the end, it had to be going to college in America. In addition, he was on this airplane for free.
Five hours later, Believe walked to the restroom while waking Bling from his sleep.
"Where are you going?"
"Going to the restroom you blockhead," she yelled.
Bling nodded and saw that the lights of the plane was still bright. He wanted to close them but he did not know how to.
When Believe got out of the restroom, Bling was surprised. It was not a quadruple surprisement this time. It did not pass over his double surprisement. "What are you wearing? Why did you change your outfit?"
Believe rolled her eyes and folded her arms, yelling, "Just so you know, we are almost at the college, so wearing your school uniform is important."
Bling got up from his seat and scratched his head. "But I don't have the uniform."
Annoyed, the blue hair girl threw a handful of uniforms at him. "You have your collared shirt, a green jacket, black pants, brown school shoes, and a tie."
"Thanks."
Bling went to the restroom and changed into his uniform. When he finished, he got out of the restroom to see Believe watching movies on the small television of a backseat.
Bling walked towards her and sat back down. Believe turned around and saw him in his uniforms, "Wow, you look great."
"You too."
"Yeah right," she scoffed.
The airplane arrived at its destination. It was currently 11 a.m. in this section of America. The sky looked beautiful than Bling's hometown. The hometown seemed to fade when Bling saw that a different place was in his eyes.
He could not believe that he left the place he had been living for nineteen years. He still could not believe he was in a free airplane too.
"Where are you going?" Bling asked when he saw Believe walked past him to a direction that was not transportation nor the cabbage pickup.
"Sorry," she apologized and explained, "I have someone who is going to pick me up. You will need to take a bus."
"What? I don't know this place at all, how am I supposed to find a bus?"
"You can't read?" she shot back.
"Yeah I do but will they take me to Enigia College?"
Believe rolled her eyes and wrote a phone number down, "This is to call for transportation to Enigia College. Though the transportation is weird too because it has their system of picking students up. If you are an A student, it will usually arrive in 10 minutes. The lower your rank, the more you have to wait."
Bling was not enjoying this one bit. First off, he still had no idea what this college is and now she is telling him about transportation that did not seem possible at all.
"I have no time," she demanded, "I need to go."
At this moment, Bling felt he was in a world of strangers. In his hometown, he had people he did not know but was never afraid of. Here, he did not know anyone at all. This girl, Believe, has a ride and is not willing to invite him for the ride. Wow.
When the blue hair girl was out of sight, Bling looked around. He shook his head, he felt so awkward in the airport. He decided to leave the area and look for transportation out there. As he got to the transportation area, the sky is what hit him. How beautiful.
Yet he was out of place. He was a blockhead, how silly of him to accept the college. And that he was simply a blockhead for wondering about how beautiful the sky was when he needed to get a ride.
He found a telephone booth and dialed on the number Believe gave him. When he dialed, he was unsure if he should take it. He had already felt receiving a letter from Enigia College was a scam, he did not want to feel anymore stupid to believe in something unrealistic.
The phone line reached and the operator told him to wait. It did not tell him how long to wait at all.
Still, Bling did not know what class he was. He was probably lowest of the lowest.
"Hey," someone who was behind Bling called out as he walked up to him.
Bling had a confused expression.
The boy looked a little older than Bling. He had a really nice smile and was wearing a flannel. The pattern seemed nice. This guy had brown hair and wore freckles on his face.
"Are you talking to me?" Bling asked.
The boy nodded and began to switch a question, "Are you here to wait for the expressway?"
"Yes…"
"New to Enigia College?" he asked.
Bling gulped and nodded.
He smiled at Bling and patted onto his shoulders, "Don't worry, it's going to be great. You might still wonder if you should be at the college, right? No worries, I have been here for three years. This is my fourth year, last semester."
Bling nodded.
"By the way, my name is Mitch," he introduced himself.
"Bling."
"Wow, Bling, huh?" Mitch seemed astonished.
And after that, they never spoke to each other for about ten minutes. Suddenly, it made Bling feel like he was actually a lower rank. He remembered Believe said waiting for the transportation is ruled by classification.
If he was an A student, it should be here by ten minutes. Bling felt a sweat coming down from his face. What if Mitch was an A class student? Did he himself make Mitch wait so long because he was an F student?
"So how long does it usually take to come?" Bling asked.
"Well," Mitch began to answer, "The expressway usually sucks. I only take the expressway when I come back from break and going onto break since I don't have a car here. Nevertheless, I would not even use this if I had a car. But bare with it, it is still a comfy expressway on the inside. The person who called first is what they will look at first. Let's say you were an A student, it should arrive in 10 minutes, but if they find out that there is another student waiting that is an A student, they will add another 10 minutes, making you wait 20 minutes. And if there is more students, they will make you wait even longer."
Bling widened his eyes.
"Yeah," Mitch knows what Bling was thinking about. "B students add 15 minutes, C adds 20, D students add 30… and F… add one day."
Bling almost fell over. Did he just say add one day? That is a sudden jump.
"Don't worry, there aren't any F students at the school at the moment," Mitch said, "Which is why the transportation will never arrive in one day. At least that has never been the case."
Bling nodded, feeling a little bit better. But…! What if he himself was an F student? To this day, he still has not figure out what was his own classification.
"Ah," Mitch said, "It's coming."
Bling felt relieved to hear that he was not an F student since he did not have to wait for a day.
"Hmmm…" Mitch said, "It's only been 15 minutes… Huh, this is weird."
When the train arrived at the destination, Mitch just straight out walked in like he was already familiar with the train. Then, a man who looked like he was in his forties walked out to the entrance door, greeting the two of them, "Hello Mitch, as always, we expect you to come back well prepared. You are always one of the school's best A students."
Bling began to walk up the train and make sure to follow Mitch. He was still new to the train so he did not know what to do besides following Mitch.
The man then greeted at Bling, "Welcome Bling! We are sorry that your transportation arrived late. You called us and we were supposed to be here in one minute. We are so sorry to keep you waiting for fifteen minutes when you are an S student."
Suddenly, Mitch, not Bling, turned his head around and looked at Bling. "Oh wow, you are an S student?"
Bling felt sweat dripping down. He himself did not know he was an S student at all either. But what was there to talk about even if he was an S student? Was it something to be honored about?
"Now it makes sense why it arrived in 15 minutes. An A student adds 10 minutes to the waiting," Mitch summarized, "And an S student only takes one minute to wait. I am so sorry to have added 10 minutes to your waiting time."
Bling shook his head, "I am actually glad to be able to wait because I don't know anything about the school yet. You kind of saved me there."
"Wow, thank you for saying that, I appreciate it," Mitch answered.
The door of the train began to close and the man walked back to the front of the train. When Mitch and Bling sat down at their own seats they chose, they had not spoken to each other after. Mitch did his own things like reading a book or calling someone. Bling just sat there looking out at the window.