I did not read the inscription on the banks - the place was cleared and I hurried to occupy it, so that I could wash off normally and go in pairs. The idea of ​​sitting in the shower all day suddenly ceased to touch me so attractive. The tantrum was not passed, but it was necessary to get used to the new life. Or find out how to get out of here.

Thoroughly washing off the remnants of the shampoo, I got into the locker room and began to look out for my name on the locker. To my chagrin, my name was nowhere, and indeed most of the lockers were unsigned.

“You choose a locker for yourself, and your name will manifest itself on it when you receive it,” the indifferent curator suggested without looking up from the book.

“I already have a name,” I answered out of stubbornness. Not being a fool, I quickly realized what he was talking about: another ritual, this time associated with obtaining a name to gain power over me, or as a mark of “maturation” that the authors of novels about sorcerers like so much.

“There will be one more thing when you deserve it,” the curator skeptically confirmed my guesses.

I chose a locker located by the wall opposite the door, at the far corner from the entrance to the shower. Here, while dressing, I can see out of the corner of my eye the creature’s locker, which was near the opposite wall, almost at the entrance to the shower room. Not that I immediately took him for the enemy, but, like him, they can first of all stick a knife in your back, and only then ask about your name. Choosing a locker, I took the small round handle. She was suddenly cold. So cold that it burned my hand. I immediately bounced off the locker.

- Do not be afraid, it should be. Hold the handle stronger and let it warm up, the curator prompted.

With a sigh, I made another attempt. My wet skin stuck to the icy surface of the handle, but the cold didn't hurt. It was just very cold, my fingers were a little numb, but the pen quickly warmed in my hand. The skin has already thawed, the handle has become a normal temperature, but it has begun to warm up just as quickly. Here is barely warm, warmer, warmer, hot! Like the frost, the fire was purely symbolic for me, but quite real for the pen - there was a high whistle, as if someone beside me was melting tin with a soldering iron, and the pen, red-hot, began to soften in my hand.

“Open it already,” the curator calmly said, looking up from the book.

I turned the knob, which had become slightly melted and much more flat in my hand. The lock obediently clicked and the door opened. Inside was an ordinary locker, which happens in kindergartens - a double hook nailed to the back wall, on which a towel was hanging, and a shelf on top, on which lay a loose overall of bleached thin flax. Under the hoodie found tight pants with a pocket in front. It was very helpful, because stuffing a chastity belt in so tight pants would be very painful. Pulling them on my ass, I was surprised how exactly they fit my size. But someone they do not fit, probably ...

- Can I walk without panties? - I asked the curator.

- It all depends on the faculty. Do you know what you gave?

I thought.Before they took me out of the house, my mother and I had only time to talk about what had happened, and come to an agreement when she came to visit me.

- Not. And what to eat?

- You will be introduced to all this. You will have an introductory lesson. And now answer, where have you soaped?

- In pairs - I hesitated. After all, the curator told us not to worry about couples, but he also did not tell us to sit in the shower. Although it would not hurt to ask him about plans for today, because if I am the only one who goes to pairs, the curator may have problems.

- No problem, I'll just check if anyone else is ready.

The curator looked into the shower and returned from there with another boy. Short, thin, light, almost colorless hair and pale skin betrayed him or something sick, or a serious recluse. He dressed quickly, but I was still nervous because we might be late. Noticing my displeasure, the curator told me not to worry, because we will not be late, even if we want. His phrase did not reassure me much, because I did not really understand its meaning. When the boy was ready, the curator led us to the door and poked at a small sign that I had not noticed before, because it was the size of a ballpoint pen. “Open the doors to yourself,” read the sign.

- Remember - always on yourself, and not that you will confuse the one who stands in front of the door. And we always have someone standing in front of the door, and if it turns out to be someone from the teaching staff, you won't be much better than you, ”the curator smiled grimly,“ That's right, let's go. ”

He opened the doors to himself and three people turned around on us, who were sitting behind these doors. It was that sexless guy in a black overalls-dress and two subtly alike boys in gray overalls on either side of him. I was taken aback by the sweat that they had gone no less than half an hour before us. And even a whole hour. Or they have already returned, but why then do they stand directly in front of the door with their backs to us?

“Oh, I never expected you to leave after us!” - something chirped - It seemed to me that you were not good.

From the friendliness with which it said it, I already had teeth cramped, but I tried not to show it. The doors shut behind us, but after a second they opened again, releasing another ten of my new classmates, all in well-fitting white robes. I stepped aside, looked dumbfounded at them: the people I saw thirty seconds ago under the shower, walked in front of me completely dry, some were neatly combed, and no one looked as if only in a hurry to wipe and dress. The door closed behind them and opened again, releasing another batch of people. I was ready to swear that behind the backs of the previous game there were no clothed classmates hiding, but how then did they get dressed so quickly? The door closed the doors again and opened for the last time, red like a cancer, a fat man with beautiful black hair shoulder-length, dressed in a white robe, and a curator, walking with a more detached facial expression than usual. Noticing that everything came out, the creature ran between everyone, putting things in order.

- Do not make noise, we build. Let's! Get together! We do not delay the curator.

Locking the door to the shower, the curator walked slowly through the irregular rows of newcomers, ignoring the fussing things, and stood at the head of the crowd. Something hastened to join. The guys in gray robes stood at a distance in the corridor, and seemed not to pay attention to anything.

- I'm not a nanny. You alone, in my duties to look only, so that you know how to get into pairs and not die of hunger. I hope this is clear? - Warden looked at newbies. All were looking down, there were no questions, - the Hoodies darken as your academic progress. Being late for couples is almost impossible, but hurry - no one here loves idlers and dormice, except for some individual departments that you can get into only in the third year of study. In a overalls you have one pocket, use it wisely. Clothes can be changed only if you differ in your studies. Listen to the elders.Do not show off - followed a barely noticeable, but expressive look at something, - If you have any questions, you can turn to Ling, - this time a wave of the hand was addressed to the creature, - He is a graduate: he graduated more than I did, served his sentence, understand as you wish. The twins Faure and Dec can also help you, they are repetition years, - the twins turned their heads and I realized that they were absolutely identical features, but one wore black hair gathered in a ponytail, and the other had a light “classic hedgehog”. Dark had no eyebrows, and bright eyebrows were brown, and the right one was also pierced with a double-edged piercing. Unhide ... Read more →