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Dining time in boarding school was an exercise in nervousness.

For those who went to dbee boarding schools, and those who were too dbee to even go to boarding school, the dining area looked something like this. There were columns of tables, “table” being two long, sturdy, unattractive worktops smacked together to make a longer table. On the long side of each individual table (yes, that’s a lot of tables) sat a bench. Sixteen of us would sit at each dining table (to think that I’ve only just started), on those backless benches (oh, the horror).

Oh, it was NOTHING like this.

Necessity is the mother of invention, though, so some of us improvised by leaning on the backs of those who sat behind us. It wasn’t entirely comforting but it was better than…okay, truth be told, it wasn’t better than anything.

And we’d be there, sitting, drinking tea, or porridge, or eating yam, staring—or not—at the person opposite us, or at the table, or around the dining hall, or at our idle hand, wondering when the torture would end, while prefects and teachers patrolled the isles in self-important gaits, hissing if someone so much as coughed, because God forbid anyone makes a sound that is not related to metal cutlery hitting a grimy metal plate.

I spelled ‘isle’ without an ‘a.’ I always feel awkward when I do that.

Then again, I think it’s the first time I’ve done that…

Morning dining was especially painful to be at. We were hardly awake—the rising bell, that awful, hate-worthy, cringe-worthy, tranquillity-shattering clangour that yanked us from the temporary escape that was sleep, came too early every day, marking the beginning of another day of slave labour. So, tired as we were from rising too quick and scrubbing our fingernails away (thankfully my fingernails remained intact. I daresay the scrubbing made them prettier. Then again, I don’t remember scrubbing that much…) we were too fatigued to say much in the mornings, so the dining hall was often a quiet expanse reminiscent of rows of sarcophagi.

‘Sarcophagi’ is such a cool word. I didn’t even have to use it. I just put it there. Because.

Worse was when they shuffled tables. They did that often, anytime we started getting used to seeing this stranger more frequently and feeling slightly more at home with them. Because, in my boarding school, they lived by the rule to make the student as unhappy as possible. It’s like they said to themselves (“they” being all the big people in my senior high I didn’t like, i.e. a lot of people), “I see her smiling while eating! I see him talking to the other boy like they’re friends. How dare these people have fun when they’re under our watch? The effrontery!”

Knowing them, they definitely used the word ‘effrontery.’

But I knew one table that was always alive, one group of people that looked like they lived for the dining hall moments, and it wasn’t because of the food. They are…

THE JUSTICE LEAGUE!

Or something like them. Without the powers. And the spandex. And the mean faces on the comic books. And the endless pursuit of villains. And the spandex.

I should write on them.

Soon. 

Parcé-que…I was one of them. 




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