Sectors

—The room was dead silent, except Keta's soft breaths. His body was engulfed under the blanket, comfortably wrapped around. The small ticks of a tiny clock on the bedside table filled the room. 
TICK. TICK. TICK. TIC—RIIIIING. 
The unexpected high-pitched hammering of the bells fitted on the clock, sent shockwaves throughout the room. The hem of his shirt, moved forward and backward, for a split second.
Keta's ear pinna motioned softly. He turned around to his right. In the dense, suffocating sprawl of the darkness, the ringing was the only thing guiding his hand. 
RIII—The sound got suppressed, eventually getting cut off. "—?" Keta rubbed his ears, instinctively getting up on the bed. "..." His lips were curled up, dry. It must've been from sleep. Woah, I am drenching with sweat. He sniffed his arm-pits hidden under the night dress. Narrowing around the room, Keta rotated his neck, slowly. 
CLICK. 
"5:59 AM..." His throat was dry, his voice coming out raw. The pale yellow light from his phone illuminated his face. 
"Agh." He cleared his throat, gulping down the cough and then wetted his lips. 
"Hmmm..." A groan escaped Keta's throat, as he streched his arms and exercised while on bed. 
After doing a few unusual moves of exercise, Keta sighed. "I gotta get used to it." He paused his head from 'naturally' drifting back to the pillow. 
—7:35 AM
The sound of the kettle, clattering, filled the kitchen. On the other side of the stove, the water boiled. The bubbles, bubbled and burst with a soft pop.
Keta seated himself beside the second chair of the table, holding his phone while he chewed the rice mixed with egg. "Three murders in a row and no clue to it?" In his phone, Google news was showing him the latest headlines, dated: 02.04.2023
Keta swiped further below."Russian tourist gets slapped in face for disrespect in ritual— locals encourage it." 
Keta's plate was near to finish. His hands held the chopsticks but didn't pick up the last bit of rice. 
Keta swiped further until the feed ended. "Thank you for the food." He spoke his table manners. 
The plates were dropped inside the sink left for the evening. Keta turned the stove off and leaned in to close the window. 
7:40 AM
"ID check. Phone, check. Badge... Check. And.. stylus, check." Content with the results, Keta adjusted his sleeves once more to appear profesional. The floor creaked in a low hum, as he walked towards the door. All the windows and other appliances were checked on before he headed for outside. 
"The school's 10 minutes from here, means even if I wake up at 7, I won't be late." Keta muttered, tucking his shoe in. 
The door clicked open and Keta pushed the knob, letting the door fully open by itself. I'm off. He muttered in his mind. 
10 minutes later. "Are you sure, kid? We really don't serve Sector passes here." An old man narrowed his eyes upwards to Keta. "I'm sure. I got one with me." Keta replied, giving him a peek of his card. The man let out a sigh."Get on there, then. We need to run a test." He pushed his chair back, grabbing the scanner among the paper junk in his table. 
Keta walked up a small podium. The man stood in his sides, gesturing him to spread his hands horizontally.
BEEP. BEEP. 
"Buzz off." The old man groaned, flipping the scanner back to his cushion seat. 
Keta walked through a small door, outside, where a yellow bar stood. "Border Office." It read in bloodred. It'd be a lot better if they added the 'Sector' before the border. It's ambiguous.Keta turned towards the man at the gate. "I passed." He whispered. "..ah? Yeah. Go." The man yawned, pressing the button to open the gate.
A few moments later, Keta walked in a society— or he was just about to. His actual way was just straight ahead. 
It's really cramped in here. Though, I kind of like it. Keta looked at the houses, small, big all lined in a perfect line. 
Keta ignored it for now, adding it in the 'Exploring list' he made up in his mind. 
10 minutes later—Keta stood at the intersection, the way in his front leading to the main highway.He naturally walked in front, stopping in between as cars and bikes approached. 
HONK. Keta stopped and backed away, it was a fourwheeler. It's 50th one to stop me. Once gone,Keta walked slowly towards the side-lane on the other side.
"Go, go, go!" Two kids behind Keta, ran off crossing his both sides. They're same as me. Keta compared their uniforms. The "Pride of Knowledge" badge glistened on their chests. But it didn't, in Keta's. 
"Whatever. Continue." 
Another ten minutes passed, Keta was just a few steps away from the iron entrance. 
Roar. The sky groaned, attracting the onlookers on the road. Incidently Keta looked up too. It's gonna rain, anytime soon. He recalled, having checked Google Weather. 
"Quick. Class's about to start!" The guard, standing beside the gate, lowered his gaze, howling. 
Keta paced faster in response. CREAAAK. The gate closed behind him in an instant. Keta, oblivious to it, continued to walk, unintentionally guided by the students walking past him. 
He looked around, the cherry blossom trees he'd seen in the pamplet of this institution were all missing. It did say, 'for illustration purposes only'. Keta hurried towards a dark entrance. Two more girls walked past him, disappearing into the floor entrance. 
"Good morning." "Yes, good morning." 
Everyone greeted each other, while keeping their shoes inside their lockers. Keta stood out on that part, quietly keeping his shoes in and walking off. 
In front of him, lay a staircase. Beside it was a lift— not meant for use. Keta stepped up, along with many others. As expected, I don't see any bags. From the corner of his eyes, he looked around his sides. All of them carried a pen like thing with them. 
When he reached the third staircase, only a few students were left to climb with him. "Huh?" An semi-brown haired boy turned to Keta. "What?" Keta responded. "Is it E7?" The boy leaned against the wall."What is?" Keta stopped too. 
"Your class.""Hm." Clarified about what it was, Keta nodded in affirmative. They both started to step up. 
"Nice to meet you." The brown haired boy suddenly said. 
Not so nice to meet you. Keta let a joke okay out inside his mind. "Hm." He nodded, in the outside.
"You're supposed to say, 'nice to meet you too'." The boy grumbled, playfully. They stopped at the end of the staircase and turned right together. 
"Ooo.." Keta hummed. 
"Ha-ha. Are you always like this?" The boy laughed, keeping a hand over his mouth.Keta tried to ignore but one detail interested him. The tightness of his brows and skin around his nose. 
"Maybe not." Keta stepped heavily, suddenly starting the brown boy. 
"Anyway, I'm Orahashi Ozamu. You are?" They walked through the hallway, echoing of murmurs and gossips. 
"Keta." The reply came a bit later, when they reached a wooden door of a class. 
"And?" Ozamu asked, leaning sideways."There's nothing else. It's just Keta." 
And then the door fully opened, revealing a classfull of students— varied in expressions, faces, but common in their uniforms. 
"Keta..." Ozamu hummed the name, with his lips. 
"Okay, then, Keta-kun." He winked, entering before Keta. "May I come in sir!" 
Ozamu joked, instantly attracting some heads. "... Yeah." Someone whispered in a low voice. "Huh?!" Ozamu shrieked, he didn't expect a teacher to be actually in there. 
"Ha-ha-ha!" Two boys laughed, coming out of their desks. Ozamu sighed in relief. "Geez!" 
Isn't he new? Keta thought in his mind. He waited until this commotion weakened. He's already ahead of me, if he's Social power like this. Keta closed his eyes. 
This is my life from now on.
He opened his eyes.