Kapitel 20: BOYS' DORMITORIUM
Oliver's POV
I watched as olive walked away with the head girl towards the girls' side. I am hoping that we will be in the same class because I want to keep an eye on her. I followed Markus closely and tried my best to concentrate on what he was saying.
"....you'll get get used to it." he said and I nodded even though I didn't know what he was talking about,"In my opinion the worst part of the boys' dormitorium is the bathrooms. It's only that way because the punisher doesn't come to inspect them as she is a girl... we've never had a male punisher actually."
"Then you must be the guy with status who is still useless with power." I commented,"The punisher must be some tough girl."
He chuckled lightly but I could tell he was offended and I sighed. I didn't tell Vee how we would exchange the phones and with how well I know her, she won't be making friends too early.
"That there is the Assignment center. You'll be told where to go there." Markus said as his feet slowed down.
He is a decent looking guy and I saw how Olive checked him out earlier when we were talking and some part of me doesn't like it. I don't want my sister getting heart broken by some easygoing head boy. With the way his clothes were fitting on him he must have some muscles underneath that he regularly trained.
"Thanks." I said but he corrected me saying that I should say 'thank you' and not shorten the word.
I shrugged my shoulders and continued to walk towards the Assignment center. There was no one qued up there so I guess I'm the last one to check in. I know they have a thing about division between the sexes but sheesh! Did they have to make all the the staff in here men? I won't hurt to look at a lovely woman like Sr Drevin some time. I made my way to the closest desk and greeted the man who looked up at me like he was about to start interrogating a criminal.
"Name." he demanded in an oddly calm voice and deep voice.
"Oliver Rogers." I responded giving him a glimpse of my signature smile.
"I thought that was a girl." he said genuinely confused as he looked me up and down as if he was hoping to see female features suddenly appear on me.
"That's my sister Olive Rogers but I'm Oliver Rogers." I explained to him still smiling.
"Well I thought you were both girls. Age?"
"Twelve."
"Twelve..." he repeated as he wrote down the information.
In that short time I took the liberty of looking around but regretted it when my eyes met with an old man walking towards me with measuring tape.
"Get your measurements taken Rogers." the first man said waving his hand as if to shoo me.
The man with the measuring tape was already next to me so I let him take the measurements.
"Do you know your penis size?" another man asked and my eyes shot straight at him,"We want to make sure it won't show much in the uniform. You don't want to go around looking like a boy who is aroused 24/7 do you?"
That doesn't make sense! All in all I don't know my size. I mean do they think I would just sit and start measuring my penis out of the blue? I shook my head and the man with the measuring tape handed me the tape as if telling me to go and take the measurements.
"W-Where do I go?" I asked uncomfortably and the old man pointed to a corner in the room that was brightly lit as if it was specifically designed for this purpose.
I would have been a little bit more comfortable if I wasn't alone with them but I'm out of luck. I walked to the corner and opened my zipper stiffly. Before doing anything else I looked back at the men who were now seemingly talking about something. I was fast with the measuring and returned to the desk a minute later.
"3.1 inches." I whispered to the old man and I saw how the other men became quiet.
I hope they aren't gay or anything remotely close to that! He nodded and walked to a cupboard full of uniforms. He gave me mine and I took them from him gingerly.
"Your room is in the building straight to your left when you stand at the door without turning. Room number 658/002, Bleechers. Now what am I forgetting?" he said.
"I don't know." I responded as the last question sounded like it was directed to me.
"I wasn't asking you." he said still calm,"Allergies or any physical and mental issues?"
"Allergies? Mhhm mushrooms and avocado. Physical stuff? None and my mental state is alright." I said smiling at the man.
"You'll be sitting at table thirteen for prep. Your class is 8Z. Every Saturday morning, until further notice, you will be cleaning the pool and on Sunday afternoons you'll be watering the main lawn with the other hooligans."
Hooligans? Okay so it seems this guy has a lot of issues. I nodded and walked out of the room and the building and I run into Markus. "You are out?" he stated and I nodded.
"Is it supposed to take a long time?" I asked. "Yeah, most of us were too shy to take measurements." he said with the slight chuckle and he winked.
I smiled back at him and for the first time noticed but he was taller than me. Most people say that was quite tall for my age and I had lived basking in that compliment and now here was meeting a boy that was taller than me.
"What's your room number?" he asked as we started walking.
"658/002, Bleechers or something." I answered,"Who in the world made up those room numbers?"
"The head mistress, obviously. Come on, I will show you to your room. We don't want you getting lost before the orientation."
I did not say anything and just followed him till we entered the building that was called Bleechers. The interior of the building was pretty much old fashioned but it gave some sense of security and comfort. There was this warm feeling that erupted in my body at the sight of the wallpaper. Out of impulse I let my hands trail across the walls as I walked next to Markus who I noticed was quiet.
"I'm sorry I called you powerless earlier." I apologized sheepishly.
"It's okay. I'm used to it." he responded sighing.
"Really? So a lot of people call you that?"
"Yes, unfortunately, but I don't mind. Compared to the punisher I am nothing and so are some of the teachers so it doesn't really hurt much when someone says I am powerless."
"What does the punisher do anyway?"
"Pure iron fist dictatorship."
I did not even notice when we started to ascend the stairs but very soon we got to the second floor and that was when I noticed that Markus is the one who had my luggage.
"I can carry them myself." I said to him trying to take away the bags but he stopped me.
"As a senior it is my duty to help out a junior, isn't?"
"That's crap! I don't care about such things.
Give me my bags!"
"Okay...I was just worried you might fall down the stairs or something. A lot of people fall, especially the girls."
"You said it yourself; girls, but I'm a man."
"Fine you can take them. Your room is that one at the end of the corridor. Mine is on the other end of the corridor so if you need me just knock on my door."
"In hell I'll ever need you!" I said as I took the bags from him and he chuckled.
I walked away from him and soon he went back down the stairs. I entered my room and when I was about to close the door I saw Markus running up the stairs and he shouted, "You have to be in uniform when you go down! See you later!"
"Thank you!" I shouted back and I shut the door.
The room was pretty much clean and empty and I placed my bags in the corner close to the cupboard. I looked at the uniforms that I had been given that were neatly founded and then I placed them on the bed before stepping out of my own clothes and putting on the uniform. It was more comfortable than I had imagined and it was very easy to move in. There is pretty much nothing for me to do in the room except maybe stare out the window to see who is walking around on the lawn. I left the room when I was done dressing and followed the other people that were walking around.
When I got in the hall that we had been ushered into, we were separated from the girls yet again and I looked through them to find Olive but she was not there. When she finally came in, a lot of the boys looked at her, not doubt admiring her. She looked like a lost kitten and also like a haughty lady who was shocked to be attending her on wedding.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein