In an educational system where each classroom reflects a behavioral profile, interventions between groups shape customs and thoughts. When balance is threatened by authoritarian control masked as order, a humble school van driver realizes the true lesson lies beyond the colored rooms. International award-winning fiction book.

SYNOPSIS:

A school that had finally understood: the models of the past might not have been the best way to learn.

There, first-year students wore white shirts — a symbol of neutrality and yet-to-be-revealed potential. Everyone else already bore colors. Each color represented a virtue, a life skill in which the student excelled.

Disciplined students, naturally inclined to order and rule-following — often the nation’s future soldiers — wore green. The mathematically gifted wore blue. And so it went. Every talent found its color. Every color told a story.

The school itself was a rare structure: seven-sided, an imposing and unusual polygon — the Heptagonal School. Its levels rose in order of seniority: the higher the floor, the older the students. The veterans lived at the top, as if time itself had carved them a rightful place to look down and reflect.

There was something in the air. A pulsing, living energy coursed through the halls and walls, as if the school breathed alongside its students. It was a place where people understood each other, respected each other, shaped one another.

Inside every classroom, the organization mirrored a miniature society. There were natural-born politicians, skilled at representing their peers. There were precise minds, the ones who managed the class’s resources. And then there were the finest of the senior years — the very best — who represented the entire school in important events and decisions.

But above all, one rule stood above the rest:

Everyone must do well.

If one class fell behind, another could step in — impose rules, share methods, teach their customs. A kind of self-governance among students, an unspoken pact of mutual growth.

Still, the students, proud of their independence, made a unanimous decision: we will never intervene in each other’s classrooms. And so they chose the harder path — to grow together, without imposition, guided only by example and coexistence.

But like every strong structure... the school, too, had its cracks.