Alec always wanted to leave South Africa, but not in this scenario, and not in a weird blue hippie bus driven by a lanky old man who never smiled. His parents looked at him reassuringly, babbling about how good it would be for him to be where he belongs. He looked at one of his brothers, who stared into the void.
Alex had never smiled or cried or shown any emotion whatsoever. He was not like Allen, who always had the negative type of emotions; he was usually sad and cried a lot but sometimes he was angry and full of insults as he was doing now in the bus.
The triplets never got along, mostly because of their different mental conditions.
The alleged attempted murder of Lot, the most popular boy and the school's number one bully by his brother was just a coincidence.
Allen had just come out of cookery class holding his cooking gear. He was angry because he had been sent to the principal. He kicked a locker in rage. Lot was also on his way to the principal's office, as usual.
Just then, Tim, the quiet kid in the school, came from behind and hit Lot on the head, making him unconscious. He fell right in front of Allen who was in the middle of putting his cooking gear in his locker. Instinctively, he screamed when he saw Lot on the floor and a bunch of teachers saw him. With a knife in hand and Lot unconscious on the floor, Allen was accused of attempted murder. Tim managed to escape.
Fast forward, the triplets were on their way to the Russian Juvenile for Mentally Twisted Kids in Moscow.
Alec loved their language and the accent that followed it. He got down from the bus and shivered from the cold. The juvenile was huge.
Its black color made Alec shudder. He let out a smile as he had no other choice. It was his condition that made him always be positive and brave, in contrast to his bad-tempered and babyish brother, Allen.
Alex, followed by Allen, came out of the bus with an emotionless face.
"Welcome to juvenile idiot" he whispered to Allen. Allen stared at the place teary-eyed from all the crying and the tantrums he had thrown in the bus.
"Shut up Alex!" Allen shouted. "I hate this, and I hate all of you."
"Stop shouting brother, we all know it wasn't your fault that we are here. Cheer up mate!" Alec said with a smile. A young white girl came out of the school, wearing a bright cyan dress with bright yellow braces on her teeth. She smiled showing a dimple on her left cheek.
"Hi! I am Truth Neverlie" she said shaking their mom's hand vigorously. "Dumb name, that won't hide your condition though, pathological liar!" said Alex.
"It's my real name, even though it may mean otherwise. Oh, and ma'am, I think you have applied to much make-up. It makes you look like an overweight pig." Mrs. Ashish looked dumbstruck by Truth's sudden outburst while Mr. Ashish glared at her and reassured his wife that she looked beautiful.
"She is lying Mum, stop exaggerating." said Alex. "Come in will you!" Truth said and skipped into the building. Alex rolled his eyes and followed her into the building as Allen and Alec carry their luggage into the juvenile. All eyes were on them as they headed towards a large room where they put their luggage down. Truth smiled at them and left the room skipping again.
The room was painted purple, with pillars at all of the four edges of the room. In the room was a small hall with a tiny flat screen television, a small kitchen, and three study tables, each equipped with a laptop, a phone and stationery and three small and private beds with a blue uniform on each of them.
Alex scanned the room and sat on the bed labelled with his name. Alec panted as he carried his outdated computer and settled it on his study table, putting the laptop on a shelf around the area of the room assigned to him. He sat on the bed and sighed. "Is this a juvenile or a boarding school, like a really posh one?" said Allen as he scanned the room.
"Well, whatever it is we are going to be here for a few years. So, feel at home" Alex said putting his earpiece on and reading the schedule for the week.