The beginning of the new term was an unfamiliar one for the ex-private school student. Unfamiliar, yet refreshing. In spite of the various not-too-pleasant scents that filled the strange hallways of Silver Valley High, Delphine felt as if she could breathe easy. The teenagers around her were loud and rowdy - a representation of chaos, but also of freedom and authenticity. Such behavior would have never been tolerated back at Vista Academy, but if that was how it was 'out here' then that was exactly the kind of thing she had come to see. However, this was just the beginning, and whether or not she would like what was to come, she had already made the decision to take this step, and there was no going back.
The jarring sound of the school bell echoed down the hallways, signalling the start of the first period. At such a time, Delphine would have been pushing through a sea of consistent dark red to her first class, but this time, it was a sea of technicolor. She had spent some time at home earlier in the morning getting dressed, unsure of what exactly was 'appropriate school attire' apart from the uniform that all students were required to wear at her old school. However, considering the variety of apparel that currently surrounded her, she doubted that anything reasonable that she would have picked out would have made her stand out from this crowd, probably until she started speaking, at least.
Checking her timetable, she found her first classroom. She stood at the door for a moment, wondering if there was a standard seating arrangement. Eventually, she decided slide into an empty desk at the side of the room and middle from the front after everyone who had entered had taken their own seats. A kempt adult woman then entered the classroom and barked at the noisy teenagers to settle down before beginning the class. Delphine was puzzled by this treatment of faculty members, who appeared to be ignored until they made themselves heard. Back at Vista Academy, the students would immediately drop everything to acknowledge any teacher who would enter the room. It was about to be an interesting day.
The jarring sound of the school bell echoed down the hallways, signalling the start of the first period. At such a time, Delphine would have been pushing through a sea of consistent dark red to her first class, but this time, it was a sea of technicolor. She had spent some time at home earlier in the morning getting dressed, unsure of what exactly was 'appropriate school attire' apart from the uniform that all students were required to wear at her old school. However, considering the variety of apparel that currently surrounded her, she doubted that anything reasonable that she would have picked out would have made her stand out from this crowd, probably until she started speaking, at least.
Checking her timetable, she found her first classroom. She stood at the door for a moment, wondering if there was a standard seating arrangement. Eventually, she decided slide into an empty desk at the side of the room and middle from the front after everyone who had entered had taken their own seats. A kempt adult woman then entered the classroom and barked at the noisy teenagers to settle down before beginning the class. Delphine was puzzled by this treatment of faculty members, who appeared to be ignored until they made themselves heard. Back at Vista Academy, the students would immediately drop everything to acknowledge any teacher who would enter the room. It was about to be an interesting day.