Page 103 - Musings 2021

to destroy my first day. Ideally, not all people resembled Ciara and her mother. I at last
arrived at the bus station, and I saw that all the discussion halted. Different children went to
look and started murmuring. Despite the fact that I was a humanoid, the long neon blue
stripes that ran down my arms and neck showed my android status. The apprehensive energy
was weighty, noticeable all around as we sat tight for the transport. The transport showed up
and the understudies heaped on leaving me the keep going one to get on. There were no
accessible seats. I took a gander at every individual who maintained a strategic distance from
my look. I strolled over to a natural face. “You must mess with me,” Ciara heaved, however
she wound up moving her sack and permitted me to sit close to her. I would have sat with
Cole, however he was sitting with somebody who I accepted as his companion. The transport
ride was staggeringly quiet, I could tell that they felt awkward with my essence. We at long
last showed up at the school and I followed different children as they jumped off the
transport.

“Ciara?”

Ciara who a few strides in front of me turned around and puffed out, “What?”

“Would you mind strolling me to my homeroom?”

She feigned exacerbation, “Fine.”

She hauled me by my wrist and we strolled into the structure.

The corridors were clamoring as we entered the structure. Young ladies were tattling among
themselves against the storage spaces, and young men were laughing boisterously in the
center of the lobbies. However generally, everybody was worried about themselves. We at
long last showed up at my homeroom.

“Much thanks to you, Ciara.”

“I’m not showing you to your next class,” She cautioned me before she left.

Darn, I thought she was being pleasant.

I strolled inside the study hall and was glad to see some individual androids in the back. I
immediately plunked down close to them. Their faces lit up as they saw me.

“Hello, I’m Daniel!” I presented myself.

“Hello there! I’m Carl, and that is Tune.” The kid said. I saw that they were very comparable.

“Would you say you are twin folks?”

“Indeed!” They answered as one. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to snicker at them talking
in a state of harmony. This was my first time connecting with androids since I left the
sleeping quarters. They felt recognizable. They felt like home. We had a random discussion
as our colleagues filled in. Like in the corridors, individuals looked over at us however they
disapproved of their business generally. The instructor at long last strolled in. She was
exquisite, with long wavy hair and sharp highlights. She wore a dim A-line dress with dark
little cat heels. She kept in touch with her name on the chalkboard. Ms. Cohen.

103