Already used to traveling by private planes, most of the students found lining up for the commercial flight incredibly redundant.
The academy's decision to pack them into a chartered terminal felt less like an organized academic requirement and more like a collective test of patience for the heirlings of the capital's top echelons.
Yet, the atmosphere wasn't entirely filled with complaints.
The single saving grace of this trip was that they were wasting time with their friends.
For these teenagers, who spent their lives under the constant pressure of their elders, the sudden freedom painted everything in a different light.
As long as they were together with their friends, even the most mundane, sterile airport wall looked interesting.
Severine experienced this lighter, carefree feeling for the first time in her life.
The view of fluffy clouds from her window seat felt surprisingly stable.
She had scanned the students and had already noticed a few familiar faces.
