Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

that time have been technological modernizations. We have one of
the most advanced computer labs in the world.”
“Good to know some things on this island have reached the
twenty-first century,” I say, thinking back to the ancient computer
at his house.
Then I step into the expansive front hall and all thought flees.
In front of me, directly across the stone tiled floor from the main
door, is the biggest trophy case I have ever seen. And it is jampacked
with shining gold trophies.
“Wow,” I whisper, unable to hide my awe.
“The Academy has an illustrious history,” he says, walking up
behind me when I zombie-walk to the glass case, spellbound by all
the glitter.
“Are all these for sports?” I ask. Front and center is a big gold
trophy that makes the Stanley Cup look like a wineglass. That must
be for some major competition.
“Hardly,” Damain says with a half-laugh. “The sports trophies are
nearer to the end of the cabinet.”
I follow the direction of his gesture with my eyes. I have to
squint to see the section he’s pointing to because it’s halfway down
the never-ending hall.
The hall is like twenty feet wide and just as tall, all shiny-smooth
stone. Marble, probably. Clearly it runs the entire length of the
building—all several hundred feet. Now I notice that there are windows
in the wall behind the columns, letting in bright stripes of
morning sunlight across the marble floor and reflecting off the
glass-fronted cases. The whole space glows with the same soft
amber color as the marble.
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