Chapter 2 - The Lantyan house
The snow fell softly on the yard. Fog spread across the valley. It seemed to be slowly devouring the mountains that surrounded the valley. And it was dark. Even around 5 p.m. The courtyard was already completely white and icicles hung from the gutters of the huge gray concrete block. Some as big as several floors.
It was very quiet in the yard. A few children dragged wooden boxes around. They didn't seem to know what to do with it. Other children played basketball. Still other children tried to shovel the snow from the yard. And again and again one saw mysterious women dressed in black and white running around, and every now and then one heard them scream an incomprehensible sentence.
Light shone behind almost every window of the huge, never-ending, gray building complex. Most of the children were probably preparing for dinner now. A mobile could be seen turning behind a window. Upon closer inspection, one saw that a person seemed to push it over and over again.
Lantyan - the elite boarding school in the American Rocky Mountains. One of the most famous houses in America. Only selected children, mostly from wealthy families, ended up here in order to enjoy what they call a very special upbringing. In truth, everyday life here is rather dreary, and the children have to lend a hand and work a lot, and they have little free time for their own interests. Even the older children, who repeatedly asked for more free time and less work at meetings, never met the harsh regime of the boarding school with their wishes. Most of the children bowed to their fate, willy-nilly.
There was a hustle and bustle in the hallway. Some children yelled, screamed, laughed, and were then admonished by the educators. A girl in a red dress, around 14 years old, ran over a smaller boy and then complained to him about what he was doing here. Then it ran into a room and slammed the door.
" Kitty?" She called."Kitty!"
She switched on the light because the room was very dark.
" Kitty, are you sleeping?" The girl called.
Another girl with shoulder-length, blonde hair, around 13 years old, was sitting at the window and repeatedly pushed a mobile made of glass fragments, which was hanging in front of it and at it
spread the light reflected from outside in the room and cast soft plays of light on the wall of the room. It seemed to be lost in thought. She hummed a melody softly. It always seemed to be the same melody, always in the same sequence of notes.
" Hello! Earth to kitty. Turn on the brain sensors, ”joked the one girl who opened the door so hectically."Man, there'll be food in half an hour and you're not even dressed."
" What?" Kitty started. Then she turned and tied the belt of the bathrobe she was wearing."Oh ... hey, Jojo."
Jojo took the brush from Kitty's bedside table and combed her wavy brown hair."I can?"
" Is your brush gone again?"
" Without a trace. You know that."
" Why do you keep messing up your things?" Complained Kitty. Jojo looked at her perplexed and then continued. Kitty came down from the window sill and went to the closet. She opened it and looked for matching pants. When she said she couldn't find any, she closed the closet again.
" Hey, do you want to eat in your bathrobe? We're allowed to sit with the boys today ... “, laughed Jojo.
“ You and the boys always. The stupid food is slowly boring me anyway, ”Kitty replied. Jojo then grabbed a small perfume bottle and made something of it on his neck. Then she put a little chain on.
" Tell me, don't you think you're exaggerating something?" Asked Kitty, shaking her head.
" Do I look good?", Jojo asked without waiting for an answer. “Come on, do it. We have to be right away."
Kitty laughed briefly at Jojo, then took off her bathrobe and put on jeans and a matching sweater. On the sweater there was a picture of a huge kite, breathing fire over a city.
" What's that supposed to mean?", Jojo marveled, slightly sullen.
“ I wear what I want. I also like kites, ”Kitty replied.
" But you look like
