All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Belinda made sure to keep her red face away from Green_One when he picked back up talking about the fairy tales in the book that he had been reading before she had arrived.Belinda hated herself.She hated how her face all flushed up and left her absolutely defenceless and unable to lie in the face of embarrassment or the slightest hint of pressure. She absolutely hated how she was unable to control all her mess ups and how she never learned after each and every inevitable incident when she embarrassed herself and then repeated those same mistakes over and over again.She had embarrassed herself again, after bursting out into tears already and getting Green_One's shirt wet. She had already burdened him, and now, she was putting him under even more unnecessary and undue pressure.Why had she thought that this was a good idea to begin with?Just because she liked books and knew that there was going to be at least one other person, so she

To see Gretel as a lifeless husk when Green_One had returned back to the common room, and their geenral community working space, had certainly been a shock that he had not been expecting at all in the slightest.Her green eyes looked as if they were dead, a grey pallour misting over the once vibrant emeralds that he had first immediately noticed about her, her long, white tresses being second.They had looked so much like his younger sister's, after all, and seeing them full of fear, nervousness, and pain, had catapulted him back in time to when he had just begun taking care of all his siblings, and how he had broken down into tears at the stress of it all within a week of his new role as their caretaker.Making his way immediately to the other side of the room to try and do something, he encountered absolutely no obstruction.Even Yolanda, who had been sitting there in his way with her legs up, had moved out of his path of walking, pulling her chair with

The clock that beamed out from the bottom of Silver's opened screen and hologram computer ticked down the remaining few, scant minutes that they all had left of their breaktime before they were mandated to work once more.Green_One gritted his teeth as the clock eliminated one more minute, as one more minute had flown by and there had been no apparent sign of Yellow_Two, the only one there, of all of them, to have any sort of medical training in the slightest and the only one of them who would know how to fix what was going on with Gretel.The clock ticked away another minute and then, and only then, did the doors open once more, revealling another guard entering in and Yellow_Two close behind him, her face tilted downwards onto the floor as she walked with exactly one foot in front of her at a time, stopping between each and every pace that she made."Yellow! Gretel won't wake up!" Green_One called out to her, hearing the desperation and urgency in his voice as

Emmet sat in his bed again, alone.Lila had put on a new song about being in a nation of heartbreak, and he could hear the lyrics of the song from the kitchen that she was currently working inside of.He had figured out that she preferred to wake up early to prepare the entire day's worth of food and then spend each meal simply reheating what had already been prepared the morning prior, and sometimes even preparing dishes for days in advance to be defrosted, have their cooking process completed, and then served.Some of the foods that she prepared smelled as if they would make even Richard happy.Nothing served to Emmet was undercooked, even if a little burned in places when it came to frying, but compared to what Aunt Minnie had scrounged up for him to eat when he was young, and what he had eaten at university when Doctor Johnstone wasn't around and before she had come along, what Lila had prepared was still divine.He supposed that she must have

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The white lights, lingering above, glared through dirty glass of their bulbs, flooding the grey single tables, the grey food, and the grey floor below awash with dirty grey light.The spoons were grey as well, as were the plates and the chairs. Everything was grey.There was a person sat there amidst all the grey, sitting in the middle of the hall as if they were s single speck of dust among hundreds.The person’s eyes were grey. Their standard issue shirt was grey. Their trousers were grey and they held a few strands

Gretel proceeded through the morning by pretending that nothing had happened.She had washed her uniform the night before in the bath, taking advantage of the scentless bar of soap provided and the shampoo to ensure that it did not smell and was fit to be worn.She tested whether the garments were still wet or not and was left numb when she discovered that they were in fact dry.It was an improvement.She was no longer shaking in terror. She was no longer hyperventilating and struggling for breath.She was no longer fighting with her mind and heart directly to convince them both that she was alive, as dark, impossible shadows swallowed up each and every corner of the room and her heart felt as if it was beginning to skip beats as it raced so fast with Gretel's chest. She was half convinced that it was eager to run away from her body and somewhere outside towards freedome.The mental image of the organ jumping along

Gretel walked silently forward, ignoring Green_One and everything that he was saying to her. She did not react when he jumped in front of her and attempted to obstruct her path of walking forwards.She knew that he knew that he couldn't viably use that tactic, with the constant supervision that they were all under and the guard's need to keep them all moving forwards off to breakfast to begin working on the day's projects. They both especially knew that there was no time for games or dwadling, with the threat of punishment for non compliance looming over them all, threatening to snuff their lives out over betrayal and probably also attacking the guards that were there to control them.Green_One was forced to walk backwards through the corridors as Gretel kept on walking forwards, both of them following the crowd that walked around them.Eventually, when the corridors began twisting and then corners needed to be turned, Green_One stopped with the sil

Yuki was not a patient woman.She knew that she was not a patient woman.Her life outside her house had shaped her far more than what her parents had hoped for her. She remembered all the people from the schools looking at her as if she was some sort of outcast and someone fundementally different or separate from the everyday. She was the spectacle to behold whenever she changed schools to attend a new place, but each and every time, eventually the spectacle wore off and she was treated as an outcast.She was not part of the friendship groups and social circles that had formed long before she had come to a particular place. She was often far too late to join any kind of sports team, leaving her only able to qualify for academic clubs and competitions later in the year, often relying on her own grades to even get the chance to apply, not at all like all the others who were allowed to join at the beginning of the year no matter how they performed in lesson.

It had been three days since Gretel had committed her outburst and then had retreated into her little shell.The world seemed to exist around her separately and she almost seemed to experience time differently to all those around her.In some sessions, the movements of the pencil in her hand were smooth, natural, and well practiced, as if she were trained rigorously in the fine arts of calligraphy where her hands and arms would have been trained to not at all shake under each and every pressure that would have come to confront her.However, in other segments and shifts of time, her world shook and crumbled all around her. There were seemingly random shifts of darkness and light, where her hands were stilled underneath an enormous weight pressing down on her body and bones, pulling at her skin and rising up goosebumps. For maybe minutes, and for maybe hours, her hands did not move at all, the skin far too stretched, the veins and blood vessels far too compressed,