Last he saw the clock, it was 12:30 PM. Cloud wanted to go back to sleep but somehow, something was keeping him from doing so. The man in black full-sleeved grunge top groaned, his right arm over his eyes while he laid on his messy bed. He was to have Literature Class this afternoon, 2:00 - 5:00 PM.
His first official class in his whole life.
*I probably should get up now and go to the library.* Cloud thought to himself, feeling his body slowly drop. Quick to move, he maneuvered once off bed and landed with a one-leg kneel, his tight black leather pants and the chain around his belt unbothering him.
He found out he needed to go to the library an hour before AND after classes.
*Damn that sucks.* Cloud muttered to his head and blinked when he saw a package of some sort under his bed. *What the hell?* Forgetting his part-time job, he stretched out his arms and caught the small box by his hands, then pulled it out. The white plastic bag had his name and room number on it. Curious, he sat on the floor, feet sprawled as he removed the slim heavy thing from its plastic bag.
His eyes enlarged and jaws dropped as he saw what was on the box.
E-Xcel Dynamix 770i. The cover of the box showed a notebook computer that had shades of gray and silver and looked slick. On the other sides of the box were the features and such. The price tag was removed.
*Holy shit, it's a laptop...* Cloud couldn't believe HE, of all people, had his OWN laptop! He found these to be usually on desk tops of men who assign him work of espionage and such and therefore, concluded that they costed a lot. But HE got it for FREE, even if he never dreamed of getting one. He felt his hands move quickly to open the box and pull out the device.
It was in a transparent plastic. The smell told him it was new. Cloud found himself smoothing its cover. *Damn it...* Slowly, this time, he removed it from its plastic and carefully opened it. A red button sat on the upper-right corner of the device and when he pressed it, the screen glowed. The school logo was seen in animation, then a log-in box appeared. It asked for his name and student number.
Cloud sure as hell knew what his name was. But his student number?
*Maybe it's this?* Cloud felt something in his pocket and fished out a slim leather wallet. Opening it, he took out a folded white paper from one of its pockets and opened it. It was his receipt of some sort--another thing his Mom left him.
Cloud set it aside and typed the needed information, his hands rather slow. He had been taught how to use the typewriter but his fingers here longed for that hard press. The keys were all levelled and soft, they didn't pop out or such. His eyes saw his arrow on the screen turn into an hour glass, then the whole screen changed into his index page or desk top after a 'Welcome' sign. He took time to explore the screen with his eyes. It had programs that would help him on his schedules, laptop management, assignments, and something to explore the online world. There was also an audio player of some sort. On the lower-right side, he could see that his status was 'Connected'.
*To what?* Cloud wondered. He would have to read the entire manual. His eyes caught sight of a blinking image on the upper-right corner of the screen. It was a notebook and a pen. *What?* His eyebrows arched as he felt his hand move on the small gray part near his keyboard. He watched the cursor move from the center to the blinking image. He pressed it softly and the image opened into a blank page. He was glad he often watched his superiors use their laptop. But what the hell was this blank page for?
*Online journal...eh?* It didn't make much sense to him. But he decided it wouldn't be wrong to give it a try. So he typed. And as soon as he was done, he clicked the 'Submit' button. After around 2 seconds, he was transported to a page where he could see what he wrote
. He felt awkward. There was also an underlined word he found on the screen that read 'Friends'. He noticed that everyone has their own online journals. It was probably something to establish a community. He smirked to himself. *Cool...* Turning serious this time, he looked to his clock and found he had ten more minutes to run to the library. *Shit, I'm late!* He pushed the cover of the device closed and took it with him as he stormed out of the room, locking the door in the process.