Team Prime - Volume 1

Episode 1: Chapter 6 - The Voice of God

I was surprised. "Then, where has Jeph been studying this entire time?"

"We transferred your brother to Morales."

"Morales?"

That night, I looked up Morales. Apparently, it has been running for four years now yet despite how fresh it is, it has amassed a reputation out of everyone in the country, especially amongst the normal people. Its facilities are high-class and its academics rival even Harvard – or so said the reviews.

I checked the application requirements. What stood out to me was the huge red button that said "Apply" and that the application was free. No tuition. All the other schools have some sort of payment required.

At some point I spaced out while reading the requirements. I had the mouse cursor hover over huge button. It looked out of place in the entire screen. Maybe that's why I clicked it. I had not even prayed for it and I accidently enrolled to Morales. So here I am, standing before Morales.

If I have not mentioned it yet, I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder – specifically the Symmetry Obsessions with Ordering Compulsions, Contaminations Obsessions with Cleaning Compulsions, Obsessions without Visible Compulsions, and occasionally Harm Obsessions with Checking Compulsions. In other words, I am a perfectionist, a small clean freak, a tiny over thinker, and, occasionally, a safety freak.

"You alright?" Said Kyle as we stood before the gate

"Unproportional" I muttered when I saw the banner hanging off the building.

The words were awfully misaligned, the spacing between the words and letters were extremely unproportional, the banner itself was raised a bit higher on the left – I can go on and on. To others, this may seem like a detail too trivial to take note of but it is extremely repulsive to me.

For some reason though, the halls were somewhat pleasing. The entrances to the rooms were aligned to its parallel. The stairs had an even amount of steps. The lights on the ceilings were evenly separated by three tiles each. The tiles on the ceiling were aligned to the tiles on the floor.

But nothing is without its flaws. There was an uneven amount of chairs in each room. The announcement speakers were on the sides of the wall and not on the corners. The students were wearing different types of uneven and inappropriate clothing. For a school with such a good reputation, this is extremely lazy for them.

And the bathrooms. The bathrooms! Not only were there five stalls – an uneven amount of stalls – the bathrooms weren't cleaned properly and the toilet seats are slightly misaligned from the tile it stands on.

If I had an inhaler, I would have already inhaled the whole bottle. Mother has trained me to control my obsessive tendencies but it is still difficult for me to cope. I get distracted once I see something that triggers my OCD. Once I get triggered, I need a lot of willpower to bring me back or someone else brings me back.

I stood there in the bathroom heavily contemplating the unevenness of the bathroom. I had Kyle go ahead to the gym to save us a seat. Good thing we transferred together. Apparently, her father knows a friend who introduced him to Morales. If she wasn't here, I would've been stuck in that bathroom until the end of school.

I have been standing there for almost fifteen minutes when I heard it. That still, small but authoritative voice. Two simple words. It was not vague. It spoke concisely. I understood the words which are usually so enigmatic. No exclamation in tone but a sense of urgency.

"Help Kyle"

No interpretation needed. No translation required. I sprinted out the door and into the halls as fast as I could. Every time the Voice has told me to practice on Football is probably meant for moments like these. I reached the area where a balcony opens up to the courtyard where a tree stands.