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"What If I’m not smart enough? What if I don’t make any friends? Wha-" Hotaru slapped her hand across Hikari's mouth, covering it and stopping him from finishing that question. She wasn't in the best mood, considering the fact that she had to wake up early and go to this dumb school. "You actually wanted to go to this school?" Hikari bit Hotaru's finger, causing her to yelp in pain. in a swift movement, Hotaru Grabbed Hikari by his collar she gritted her teeth so much, her jaw ached.



"Hotar-or whoever you are, calm yourself." Hotaru blinked a few times, confused as to why she was holding onto her brother's shirt. "Hikari! I-I'm so sorry!" She let go of him, apologizing a whole bunch of times. "It's al-alright, let's go sign in for our dorms and class-"




Wickerbottom is a tall and notably handsome man. He has light hazel eyes and brown hair that is neatly jelled back. He commonly dresses in crisp, neat suits and wears a sawtooth leaf pin that was given by some of his former cram school students on his tie. He will do anything in his path to destroy the students, he has the power to do so.
"So, when are the students coming?" Wickerbottom demanded, slapping down a pile of papers on his desk. He folded his legs, crossing his slender long fingers while looking up at his assistant. "Some are just entering now, sir." Wickerbottom snickered, he glared at his assistant who was quite nervous. "Hmm, whats my schedule for today?" He asked, tilting his head. She looked rather funny from this view for Wickerbottom. "Announce for everyone to head to the auditorium where you're gonna give an introductory speech of how this school year is gonna start out. I believe that is all." Wickerbottom regained his composure, he sighed and opened his mouth to speak. "They understand that today is just signing in right? Tomorrow is when we start the fun."

"I need everyone to head to the auditorium, there will be a grand speech by me, Wickerbottom! I will tell you all about how this school is gonna work for you..Troublemakers."

"Ugh. Seriously? This is it? I expected more from a rich kid reform school."

Sera strolls through the school gates, purposefully going slow to antagonise her mother, who had dropped her off, and was now waiting to make sure she didn't run away. Sera was pretty amused at this, as she had hidden inside her old school and left after her mother had gone countless times before. However, she didn't leave this time. Might as well see what this fancy school is all about...

Pulling out a piece of gum and popping it in her mouth, she pats the pocket of her bag where her cigarettes lie. She never had them at school, in case she was caught, but she had sewn a small secret pocket in her bag where she kept her lighter and cigarettes. Nobody expected a girl like her to be able to sew, let alone sew well enough to hide things so nobody could tell. She would definitely need them if this place was as much of a hellhole as she was expecting. But, for now, she would settle for the gum, which she had a supply of also, albeit just sitting in her bag.

Upon hearing the principals notice over the intercom, Sera sighs and heads over to the direction specified by a sign. "This better not take long. I just want to get to my dorm and chill, hopefully for the rest of the year. The principal sounds like one of those fake cheery ones."

The car Damian rode in came to a hult only two of the four men excted the car soon resorting their attention towards Damian. He couldn't do much of anything being in a straight jacket in all so he just sat there wondering what's going on and what's about to happen to him. He sure as hell doesn't want to die so even if they attempted to kill him he'd try his best to fight back. While Damian suspiciously waited the driver popped the trunk and one of the two men that exited the car before hand reached into it.

Damian winced when he seen one of the guys going into the trunk. His posture soon changed when it turned out to be a backpack. Why would he need a backpack... Before he could even get a deep thought on why he was picked up and tossed against the ground. Hitting the pavement hurted a bit and he jolted at the sudden pain. He tried his quickest to suck it up and stand but was easily stopped by the backpack pulled out of the trunk being thrown at his back. It had some weight on it so when it was thrown at him he fell again.

Why was this happening to him....? He kept asking himself as he ignored the pain and shakingly stood. Damian looked at the bag as the mysterious men went back into their respective spots inside the vehicle and drove off. Unable to use his hands he kicked the backpack along ignoring the whispers or stares he would probably get. Not to soon after his arrival there was an announcement telling all students to head to the auditorium. Damian had no clue where that was so he just kicked his bag in the direction that most of the students were headed. The school look breath taking on the outside which was saying a lot since the inside...was not what Damian was expecting.

Occurrences like these were hardly rare, yet even if Valencia had long grown accustomed to the constant change in environment, the feelings of annoyance and irritation were still present. She wasn't annoyed because she had to move once more. It wasn't even because her very own aunt was disowning her for the third time now. No, those things she could easily get over. What she was most bothered about was the fact that she was being sent to some preppy 'reform' school. And to make things worse? She was the one paying for it all. She let out a short, crisp sigh before returning her to the changing scenery before her. However, that sigh wasn't enough to expel all the loathing she had yet to express. Except, she didn't have anyone to unload all these feelings on so she held on to them and kept staring out the window.

Although it was a cool September morning, Valencia had the car's window rolled down. The wind was as persistent as ever even though her`bod was wrapped in a thick sweater. The only reason she kept her window down was so that she could annoy the living daylights out of her aunt, who at the moment was ignoring her graciously while jamming to some old pop song. Her aunt's composed manner--gained through years of expert experience--fueled Valencia's irritation even more. The chilly winds didn't make it any better; they found their way to her nose, her cheeks and even her slightly exposed neck. Valencia found herself scowling at everything they passed by regardless of how breathtakingly beautiful the scenery around these parts was. The signs, the roads, the pasture, and even the glistening lake they had just passed by.

It was only when her aunt's unusually perky voice broke her concentrated hateful scowl that Valencia realized they had reached their destination. "We're here." The car had come to a full stop just after crossing a long bridge. Valencia looked ahead and set eyes upon the new hellhole she was now meant to call home. It was an unnecessarily huge and haughty orange building. Seriously, that building looks like it had more sass than me. The place screamed money and Valencia began to wonder how exactly such a place was meant to house 'the worst of the worst.' What also stood out the most was the fact that the school seemed to be located in the middle of nowhere. Wait a minute... Valencia flipped out her phone from her sweater's pocket and unlocked the screen. Shit.. I knew it, shiiiit. She locked and unlocked her screen hoping for her eyes to be wrong, but it changed nothing. There's no service whatsoever in this forsaken hellhole.

"Get the fuck out already, Val." Irritation laced the woman's voice as she tightened her grip on Valencia's shoulder. Her aunt had already gotten out of the car and had helped herself to opening the door on Valencia's side. It seemed as if it wasn't her first attempt at getting Valencia's attention so she had resorted to touching her. "Fine," Valencia shook her hand off and began getting out the car. "I get it already."

Her aunt nodded a brisk goodbye and drove off in a matter of seconds, leaving Valencia with her backpack and a small suitcase. Valencia walked towards the entrance of the school when she heard the end of a PA announcement. From the sounds of it, she was to go to an auditorium leaving her with no choice but to follow those directions.

Zach was sure that his parents were talking to him as he was vaguely aware of a chorus of what he called "The Wah Wah's." As usual, he wasn't paying a lick of attention, instead he was buried in his phone, chatting with his friends on a roleplaying forum.

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[MsInformation: Holy S***! Are you serious?! Dude, I heard some things about Fae High School!]
[M1st3r 4ng3l: L1k3 wh4t?]

And just like that, Zach noticed that his cell phone signal went dead. He raised his eyebrow, thinking it was quite unusual; he could see a cell tower in the distance from where he was. By now, the school was in view. Maybe he’d be able to pick up a Wi-Fi signal there… He slid his phone back into his pocket, and realized that his parents were still talking.

“You really need to get out more. That’s why we’re doing this, Zachary.”

Zach cringed. He hated being called ‘Zachary’, and he especially hated being told to ‘get out more’. His parents may as well have been telling him to climb to the top of Mount Everest, for they both had about the same likelihood of happening. His parents were so dumb; it wasn’t that he didn’t like being outside, or being in school and learning things…it was the people he didn’t like. IRL has too many NPCs, was a phrase he was fond of. The community sucked, one might say.
He looked out the window of the vehicle, clearly ignoring his parents again. The Wah Wahs. He spied a number of NPCs entering the school or going about their business.

“Okay, we’re here. It’s time to go, Zachary.”

Zach cringed again. “’Kay.” He opened the door to the vehicle, and grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder as he went. As he trudged into the school, he could hear his parents say, “Make us proud, Zachary!”

He rolled his eyes. Like that was going to happen…

NOVA

The taxi stop right in front of the school. Nova could be seen carrying a piece of paper with directions to get to Fae High School. Getting closer to the academy. The young girl didn't pay any attention to the stares but upon getting closer to the school, Nova could see kids getting out of cars or walking towards the school, running passed the gate, in which she followed and watched as many others were congregating towards the square. she casually walked through the gates and found the square where other students from all walks of life was waiting. Quietly, she walked in, standing in the back, not wanting to bring too much attention to herself so to wait on whoever it was that everyone else was waiting on but."First Day! remember don't start any fights, we want them to like you" i mumbled to myself, walking around in circles.

Devin rolled his eyes at his mom. She scowled back at him as she pulled up towards the school,
"What, it's true. This is a very nice school, you're lucky your dad and myself work very hard."
"Okay mom sure, I get it. I'll try not to get in any fights."
"Thank you Devin, I am glad you can be mature about this."
Devin's mom braked as she dropped him off. They both exited the car. She tried to help him pull out his large suitcase but she failed. He easily heaved it out of the back of the car. Devin's mom looked up at him,
"Okay honey I love you, goodbye Devin." Devin rolled his eyes again,
"That's great, bye mom." The woman sighed and climbed back into the car. With a wave she pulled away leaving Devin alone on the curb. He scanned the school, spying a registration sign. Following it he found himself converged with the flow of new students. A crackling voice towered over him, signaling the students to the auditorium. He complied, following the mass of students.

The music blasted through his headphones, distracting him from the tense silence he knew had fallen over the car and its passengers. He wasn't all that worried about missing anything; Erion would fill him in if he did though he doubt their mother had anything to say to them. The image of his step-father, face contorted with rage bearing down on him made Orion flinch and press back against the seat. The mute boy sensed his twin turning to look at him and Orion flashed the other boy a weak smile. A hand slipped into his own and squeezed gently, Erion knowing what was wrong without even asking. Orion sighed softly and turned his attention back to the passing scenery. Fae High School, a institute for the 'worst of the worst'. Was that what they were now? Bad people? No matter what the police or anyone else says, Erion is not a villain. Orion thought stubbornly to himself. His twin saved him; Erion was a hero and nothing would change Orion's view on that.

All too soo for Orion's liking the car was rolling across a bridge and pulling up alongside a lavish-looking building. Orion couldn't believe his eyes. This was the place they were staying? He could sense Erion's disbelief next to him and he almost asked his mother if she had gotten lost. There was simply no way this was Fae High School. However, his mother parked the car then looked at them with a blank expression. Orion pulled his headphones out in time to hear her tell them to get out. The brothers shared a look before slowly climbing out and drawing their luggage from the backseat. Good-bye mom. Orion signed to her with one hand. The woman pretended to not see it as she pulled away without a backwards glance. Orion stared after her, feeling tears prickling his eyes. A hand on his shoulder drew his mind from his mother's departure and he turned to look up at his twin. Erion smiled down at Orion. "It will okay. I'll protect you, promise." No matter what happened to him, Erion would keep Orion safe at all costs. Orion nodded and sighed, ears pricking up as the P.A. clicked on and announced students were to report to auditorium. The twins grabbed their bags and followed the crowd of students.

Orion was so caught up in gazing around him wonder and awe that he didn't notice the crack in the sidewalk until it was too late. With a gasp Orion felt his foot catch on the raised ground and felt himself pitch forward into a tall boy with brown hair.(@Amaterasu420)

"What on earth..." Sera enters the school, looking around in surprise. "They certainly don't like to hide their wealth." Walking past the people in suits with a disgusted glance, she goes into the auditorium, heading inside and finding a seat as far to the back as possible. "This better be over soon..."

Zach checked his phone again. Still no Wi-Fi signal. What kind of backwoods dump... He stopped for a moment to look out over the sheer opulence of the place, what with the plush, red carpet, and the suits that looked like they cost more than his parents combined yearly income. What kind of crazy rich backwoods dump doesn't have Wi-Fi?

@Melodia Alluna

He continued on, finding a nice place in the back, but there was already someone there. Looked like some goth chick. Knowing that at least she wouldn't bother him, going by his experience, he took a seat a few steps away. Then, he pulled his knees up toward him, resting his feet on the back of the seat in front of him, not so much sitting as perching in his seat.

NOVA

Walking into the gym i notice there were already students here. 1 girl was sitting by herself, while there was another boy with his knees up toward him, resting his feet on the back of the seat in front of him. "which one should i sat by?" i asked myself, wondering for a minute or so, before i deiced to sit in the middle of both of them, wondering who i should choice to brother.

@Karl Kadaver@Melodia Alluna

His uncles truck had been used to transport meat products before it was used to transport humans. The scent of cured meat left a putrid reminder in the air, and no amount of freshener, nor the worlds most experienced cleaner, could banish that smell. It was the vehicle's character, and was no stranger than the four wheels on its base or the doors on its side. The back had served to refrigerate, and in the first day of September, was surprisingly cold. It seemed a million miles of goosebumps had rose from Nicolas's skin, and even wearing his jacket, he felt exposed. Worse, he felt naked.

Performing one final check of his equipment before he stepped out into the light, a feeling of latent doom washed over him. Not an over-bearing, sickening feeling, it just felt like it could be his last day today of freedom, and the thought was acknowledged, simple as that. The school stood before him, the great bastion of his future, majestic as ever beneath the bright, azure sky.

"I'm sorry to have to do this to you, Nikki, but you know how it is." His uncle said solemnly.

"Yeah, it's fine... I guess." Nicolas replied. The two exchanged little words, and with a thud of finality, he shut the truck door.

There wasn't any backing out now regardless. He'd gotten himself into this mess; he had to sleep in the bed he'd made.