Chapter 1: Time Loop

Was there a time a time when you felt like your life is on repeat? Like, you're inside a time loop, only the day, the calendar that moves. A life where you already memorized every single thing that could happen in minutes? Time moves so slow, doesn't it? Specially if you don't like the time loop you're happy with.

*Tututututut.* 

It's the sound of train when it's about to close it's doors. I looked at my watch and just as expected, the train will leave around this time, unless something comes up and we get late by 2-3 minutes. Morning rush hour felt like a common day now for me. Unlike during ny late highschool when I had to find my own spot and space inside the train. Every single morning is like a war in my experience.

Not long after, i reached the station where I had to leave the train and walk for half kilometer towards my destination for today, the school where I teach the subject Math. Almost the same vendor faces, same sidewalk, same smoke from cigarettes and car exhaust. I bet even if I've only started doing this route for like a month or so, I could reach the school feom home to my work blindfolded. 

Turning left for the final time, I finally reach the school I'm teaching in, It's a school system comprise of the University at it's head and A highschool and Middle school under it. It's a school where if you perform well from the lower level, you could take the ladder program to automatically be enrolled to the highschool department withot taking entrance exam like almost everyone. Same with the university.

This school was one of the most coveted by many to be part in. Most working class parents will tirelesly work day and night just to put their kids in this school even with the high tuition fee this school asked. Afterall, the school offers the best facilities all over the country. And also, building connections inside this school is also a thing, which is why even teachers tries to make their own networks. And why? Almost all of the elite's kids are in this place. Former and current politician's kids were either currently enrolled here or an alumni from this school. That is why the school had to increase the quality of their facilities over timr and became the best within a decade or 2.

Props to the administration of the school, the elite's kids doesn't act like holy men and women in this place, not all, like less than 5% of them.

Upon seeing the school gates, cars were lined up, it's the elite student's cars.

Haaa, I wonder if I'll ever get one of those fancy cars. 

I reached the guard post and the guard inside the post raised his hat,

"Oh, isn't it Mr. Tala. Good Morning!"

"James, you can just call me Bert or something. You make it sound like we're not that close."

"Hahaha. I understand but it's working hours, you know." He carressed the top part of his head just around his nape and bowed. A gesture of humility. "Calling you Gilbert around this time doesnt sound appropriate. Maybe for a teacher to call us in our names might be alright, but not the other way around."

"Hey, you're talking again as if you're a subordinate of mine. We are practically on the same level, don't you think?"

"Mr. Tala, it's alright. That's how the world view us. And, it's already great enough to know that there are still people like you who doesn't look down upon us. I've never regreted inviting you during a night drink. How about we go to another place to drink this weekend? You coming?" He picked up the handbound book with a "Log Book" written on it.

"Yeah! Sure. You already have my number. Just hit me up when exactly."

"Sure sure. It's my treat this time!"

"Alright, I'll definitely not gonna bring my wallet on that day! See you around, Mr. Matta." This time, I didn't call him james like I used to, and instead use his surname before I legt the place to tease him for calling me very formal.

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"Hmm, i understand you now. But courtesy is courtesy still. Be careful on your way pal!" Since I was kind of far away from him, he shouted the last part of what he said. I gave him a wave and he waved back at me.

The Guard is the Head guard of the security team of this place. A former Scout Ranger of the Army. Most of the Members of the security were either from the Special team force of the police or former soldiers who had experience in the battlefield. There is even a joke circulating about the security of this place. One is a the school is just a cover up for a hidden battalion of the army in the capital and also they are the equivalent lf the Imperial Guards of this country. 

How did I knew about it despite only starting just a month ago? It happened around 2 weeks ago when I had to check my student's Quiz papers. I didn't expect that it was already dark when I finished my work, I was the only remaining teacher at that time. And when I passed by the place, their Guard House, James invited me for a drinking night. For someone like me who wanted some kind of vhange in my everyday routine immediately accepted the offer and everyone went on a local bar and had a drink. 

I'm really in a need of change of pace. Having those opportunities, I'll grab almost immediately to atleast get out of the loop and take a breather before going back again.

There did I knew what they do before being a guard in this place. I think it was supposed to be hidden, the thing about them being a former soldiers and special force police but I didn't really care or planning to spread the words. They said it was a top secret regarding their background. When I asked them about if they really are a stationed battalion, their answer was, it's false. Because either some of them are on leave, retired. 

They also said that they were happy to find a new home after their War activities because finding the next job after retiring isn't very easy for them. 

Thanks to them, I had fun that night. 

I reached the middle school building where I teach, students either were walking like me from the gates or being sent off buy a luxury car.

While I was on my way to the faculty room, a cheeky kid with his friends blocked my way. He has cheeky grin on his face, he is one of the student on my class, Dan Gutierrez.

"Hey, Mr. Tala. What's the answer to the homework last night?"

"Dan, Good morning to you as well."

The kid frowned cause his plans didn't go well as he thought.

I patted his head before I start walking again.

"You will know later, once I gave you the X mark."

"So boring!!!"

"Hahahahaha." I couldn't help but laugh from how he expressed his.. resentment I guess? That kid is really Expressive of his thoughts.

What a great day to start the day.

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