Chapter 24

After I wake up I put sport clothes on and start my daily routine. The exercises Quiron told me to do, eating breakfast, quick shower and I start reading a new book. It's a extremely old book about some country back in earth days. It contains their thoughts about different weapons and their uses.

I found it while searching in interplanet and it seemed interesting so I decided to read it.

My alarm sounds and without me noticing a few hours have passed. The book is really interesting even though I just started reading it. In the first chapters it talks completely objectively about weapons and their uses as tools. It also tells that is organized weapon by weapon and it has two points of view. Those that seem them as tools and those that think they are something more. All the people are masters of the weapon they talk about, but since that talk with my teacher I'm not sure but kind of mastery do they have or if it'll be able to help me. I hope it will.

I go to my daily training and is as mentally exhausting as always.

This time I've been able to remember 8 objects almost half of the times, so I'm happy, but it still doesn't feel good to be training so much time like this, but I know is necessary. After we finish I ask Quiron if I should go to the party, and he tells me that I'll be a good experience since I've never being in one. When he finishes he looks me with evil lights in his eye and then goes back to his house. I hear him laughing from the open window he has in his house, and I can't imagine why would he react that way. Is just a party isn't it?

I don't really know why, but I decide that I can go an see, if I don't like it I can just get out and don't come to this kind of parties in the future.

Now a days humans have managed to make alcohol and even some drugs don't have secondary effects, or at least don't harm the consumer. There's still people that use the normal ones though, it's something I can't understand but who knows? I guess they have their reasons.

I read somewhere that judging people without knowing their reasons, their emotions, their story, it's a completely bad decision. When we judge people we usually look at their clothing, but car they use, how they look, how they think... but when we only see the top of the iceberg, we make a image of that person that only encompasses that tip and sometimes that image remains unchanged.

It takes a lot to change the image of someone in our mind, but not much too make it.

I agree with what the book tells and I try to don't judge people just by the tip of the I iceberg and not form a image of them fast.

I notice that I've been staring at a tree near Quiron house and I remember I don't have clothes I feel comfortable bearing to a party, so I decide to tell him if he can lend me something.

When he hears me he smiles and suddenly transforms into another person. He acts just like a professional floaty designer. The image I had in my mind of him suddenly shatters...

After a long time I leave with clothes that I never thought I would wear. It seemed that I was the only one that didn't know that in the parties organized in the school everyone had to wear clothes that the ancient Greeks wore. I think I look ridiculous but I have no option. The all the clothes Quiron presented me, I tooted the one that covers the most and is comfortable. It's a long black robe.

I think it looks good with my white hair, but I've never been into fashion so I don't know.

Will see how this weird party comes out. If they were this retarded robes, I think anything can happen there.

Author note: To all of you that read this and follow the chapters, pls comment in the chapters. It motivates to keep writing. Thanks and I hope toy enjoy the novel.