Academy life

"I am sorry." Keta looked at the screen, eyeing the message. Beside it, was a number. "30,000." Keta read it, eyes shifting to the message beside it. 
"I am sorry." He read out the message. A floating window opened, Keta typed: "Should I return the remaining amount?" And pressed send. 
A week's passed since that day... He thought, waiting for the reply. "Either she's got a job or its her dad in disguise." He looked at the top, labelled: "Kyouko" with a cheerful picture on its left. 
For Keta, it was hard to believe that someone with such a picky nature could get a job. Unless someone—like— her dad, intervened. 
"... Huh." Keta sighed, keeping the phone down on the sofa. His arms streched on the table in front. 
The living room felt hollow. Like it'd been sucked out of the liveliness it once had."Didn't I receive a post mail, this morning?" Keta casually murmured to himself. Beside his hands were a bunch of light brown coloured parcels. 
Keta turned towards one of them, pulled it and tore the envelope open. "Admission Notice." He pulled one of the paper from the stack inside. 
"Language: 70%. Science: 79%. Pure and applied mathematics: 79%..." 
One by one, the scores revealed themselves as he pulled the paper out. They were written in bold letters. 
"World history: 100%. Social Sciences: 90%." Keta skimmed the scores one by one, only interested at the bottom of the page. 
"Designated Online Invigilator (DOI)'s verdict: He's average in logic related subjects however has his ground when it comes to History and Social Science..." 
Keta read the paragraph in monotone."... However he has the ability to get better in those areas too. I'm excited to see his performance, April onwards. Ishika Yashara, DOI, IDF Academy Of Advance Studies.."
Keta put the paper down, eyeing the verdict again. Then with a swift motion of his hand, pulled his phone."Tomorrow's 2nd April." He murmured to himself. "It's heavy.." Keta put that parcel down and picked the dark brown one beside it. The paper smelled fresh and felt like it was ironed. "This isn't it.." He pulled a uniform out. "They got the size wrong, not to mention the colour..." A Prussian blue shirt with a white tie, packed neatly in a airtight transparent plastic bag came out. It had sharp folds and contour lines on it. 
Keta stood up, pulling another transparent bag from the parcel. This one however looked like someone was in a hurry while packing it. "Atleast the width's accurate.." Keta sighed, seeing the small white label in the belt area. Soon few more packets came out containing his belt, socks and most importantly: 
"Pride of Knowledge." A small gold bodered badge with the text written in a fancy circular manner. "I don't think I can relate to that." Keta gripped the coin-like badge. 
"It's stylus, isn't it?" Keta rolled the cylindrical item on the smooth table. With just one flicker, it rolled to the other edge. 
POUNCE. Keta streched his arm and grabbed it before it could fall. "It's partially made of glass— oh no, that's plastic." Keta touched the Longitudinal screen of the pen. 
Leaning back, he turned the pen around, examining it. "There's a small sensor inside." Keta's left eye narrowed. "Bluetooth..?" A small button blinked inside. 
"Oh.. maybe it's used in that electronic desk." Keta recalled, thinking about the 'Hackable Desks' article he read on wikipedia yesterday night. 
It's more like a computer... but with the machine cramped inside and a large screen on the surface... probably. 
Keta put his leg on the sofa, lying down on it. From what he'd seen in the net, nothing much was discussed about these. Most schools were reluctant to employ these techniques and ofcourse IDF AAS was one of them..
Until 2019, nobody supported it. As soon as the craze of online class came in 2020—
 "— people automatically turned in favour of these." He said. "Though, it's fare to say that even today nothing beats physical books." Keta pulled the manual and Guidebook from the table. "You probably wouldn't need a bag, unless you were carrying this. It's almost double the size of my palm." 
Keta pulled the book open, it smelled of blue ink. Inside it, was a small note. Could be Yashara-san. He thought, unfolding it. 
"Meet Tadano Mitsui, in the staffroom at floor-2F." Keta stared at it. "There's no signature." He observed. The note said nothing about the writer. Maybe it was Mr. Tadano himself? 
Keta kept the paper aside, skimming through the rules and regulations. "Another note?" He paused in between. The note was sticked inside. Keta pulled the paper upwards. 
"12. Class E7." 
Except these two, the whole paper was blank. "What's 12?" He asked himself as he's known it. 
"The room number maybe?" He guessed. It was the best guess according to him. After reading the first few sections of the book, Keta kept it down. 
"Work time's over." He slammed the book close. The wall clock ticked at 11 at night. "Need to prepare dinner as well." He shrugged. 
"It's such a hassle. I wish they'd allowed more delivery centers to open around here." 
Saying that, Keta packed up his uniform(along with the badge) and tucked his Stylus inside his uniform pocket as he hung it in his room.
Adjusting the grip, he unbuttoned the shirts to see the inside. "It's black in the inside. Huh." Black wasn't his favorite. But he didn't mind it either.
"Waking up at 6 in the morning is gonna be a habit from now on..." Keta muttered while closing the door to his room.