The doors of the VGHS Shuttle bus opened revealing Jimmy standing on the top step wearing black jeans, black boots, sunglasses, a black shirt with the word ubber in blue lettering across it, and a black leather jacket slung over his shoulder. Jimmy slowly waltzed down the stairs and looked up towards the school.

"So VGHS we finall-"

Before he could finish his sentence the rest of the students on the bus came stampeding out. The first student shoved past Jimmy and within a few milla seconds Jimmy was consumed by a crowd of rambunctious students. He was being knock around like a pinball at the heart of the group.

"Hey!?...sto-... You guys are ruining my entrance!" Jimmy shouted as he spun around in a complete circle as the group finally passed.

In a huff Jimmy through on his jacket and straightened his clothe out. He then went back to the bus, opened up the luggage compartment and snatched his backpack out. Jimmy dug into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. After unfolding the paper he spoke under his breath.

"Frag dorm room 302." He smiled slightly as the reality of attend VGHS hit him.

He walk through the the campus and saw some of the more senior students greeting old friends and watch as some of the first year students introduced themselves to one another. With all of the excitement Jimmy almost forgot he was the only one out of his clan to make it into VGHS. He usually be sad to say goodbye to all his friends but, in this case a new beginning was a good thing. When he made it to his assigned dorm he placed his hand on the door handle and took a deep breath before pushing the door open and walking in. He went to check in with his RA and got his dorm room key. He weaved his way through the all of the excited students in the halls then up the stairs until he came to his room. After opening the door he saw box after box of his things because he had them sent to his room before he arrived and began to unpack.

With the view of VGHS getting better with every second, Simon sighed in joy as he looked out of the window seat. He was the only one from his FPS clan and Fighting group that had been accepted into the high school, and despite what he had said about himself, his friends praised him for being the only one to get in, and all bid him farewell. When the shuttle finally came to a stop, most of the people on the bus rushed to get out, while Simon simply waited for the people to leave before getting his bag and suitcase and heading off of the bus.

As he got off of the bus, Simon reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small paper that had the number of his dorm room. "Frag Dorm Room 302." He muttered as he folded the paper back up and placed it back into his pocket, grabbing his suitcase with his now free hand and heading off.

Many of the other first year students had introduced themselves to each other, and while Simon exchanged a few words with some of them, he wasn't going to go out of his way to make everyone know him. Reaching the RA, Simon got the key to his dorm and was told that his dorm-mate had already checked in. The young man nodded to the RA and walked down the hall to find the room that he would be living in. The door was already open, so his key wasn't needed at this time. "Hello?" Simon spoke up as he walked into the room slowly, finding a place to set all of his things down for now.

"And Claire finishes off the final lap at full speed!" Claire said to herself as she pedaled as hard as she could getting closer and closer to to VGHS. Claire was the oddity of her family. She had a need for speed that was going to be quenched...for a family that preferred to take things slow. Her Mom and Dad had both went to VGHS years ago, her Mom for RTS and her Dad for FPS. Her older brother had followed suit with FPS and had graduated the year before. Her family refused to let her go to school just wanting to do racing, and wouldn't even let her do it as her main thing. No, they wanted her to do FPS (since she had no chance of keeping still for RTS), which she did have a knack for but after this first year, she would probably switch to racing. Speaking of which.

"And Claire goes over the finish line!" She said to herself as she started to break, turning so she kind of slid vertically to a stop. Now would be the part where she took off her awesome motorcycle helmet...if she had one. But unfortunately, she didn't have one. Couldn't put one on with her glasses (the only thing she disliked about her glasses). But that was A-okay. She stylishly (as one could with a normal bike helmet) took off her regular helmet and stood at the school entrance. "Time to start the best four years of my life." She said to herself as she started in.

"Commander, our troops have breached the enemy's defences and are moving in for the kill," a disembodied female's voice said over the intercom.
"Excellent, victory is ours for the taking." Eddy muttered. He looked down at the holographic tabletop in front of him and saw images of his units surrounding the enemy base. Large red structure on the opposite side was quickly destroyed and the word "Victory" appeared hovering in the middle of the table in bold, large letters. "And there we have it. Another win under my belt. Ah, isn't life grand?" He, again said to no one in particular. He did an about-face, which made the medals on his chest cling and clang in response, pulled down the bill of his officer's cap, and walked through the metallic door that lead out of the base.

When he crossed the threshold and opened his eyes, he was met with the back of a seat. He let out a small yawn and stretched his limbs in all directions. After looking out the window, he saw that VGHS was just pulling up. Man, if only that dream was real. He thought to himself. He looked at the information sheet that was given to him by a school representative a few weeks earlier just to pass the final seconds by. His primary genre was FPS, while his secondary was RTS. Eddy would rather have had the two switched, but his father, who was a military officer, actually had an education at VGHS. Eddy's father took the same courses Eddy was about to take, which actually gave him some experience in both leadership and teamwork. Eddy wanted to follow his father's footsteps, and figured this was the best way to do just that.

The bus finally came to a halt, and students, new and old, piled out of the doorway and onto the campus. Eddy stepped off and let the feeling of attending such a prestigious school sink in. "Well, here's to a good year." He said out-loud. Eddy grabbed his bags from the undercarriage, and strode off to his dorm room, "Frag dorm room 310." When he reached his destination, it was apparent no one else had claimed the other bed just yet. Eddy simply shrugged, Guess the other guy is still milling about downstairs. He placed his belongings on the bed to the left and began unpacking.

Without any word from his roommate, Simon simply kept quiet and organized his things, taking various objects out of his backpack and placing them all around the room in all different spots. He silently claimed one of the desks as his own, since the other desk was clear of his belongings. He then pulled out the components of his own computer from his bag, since he didn't want to use the one that the School had as a default. There wasn't anything wrong with the standard ones at all, but it was just a matter of preference for him. Once he got his monitor and tower set up, Simon dug through another bag to get his cabinet controller, as well as his fighting gloves.