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It was the morning of the first day of school. The teachers and principal had all arrived, and they were now awaiting the arrival of the students (except Mr. Davis, who had a planning period first period). Each teacher had a different expectation for what the first day would bring; none of them knew what was coming.

Elaine

Elaine was the first to arrive. She was old enough to drive herself there, and had wanted to get there early—she didn't have much to do back at home. She walked up the two flights of stairs to the top floor and into Mr. Morgan's room.

Mr. Morgan, who had been preparing some teaching notes, looked up at the girl who had just entered. She was average height, with shoulder-length brown hair grouped into a ponytail and fading to purple at the tip, a zipped-up purple jacket, knee-length shorts, and a backpack hanging off one shoulder. She nodded at him. He awkwardly nodded back.

Elaine, having acknowledged the teacher's presence, walked over to a desk closer to the back of the room (which didn't make much difference when there were only four desks), dropped her bag, and sat down. She didn't really need a bag—the fliers had said the teachers would provide pencils and paper—but there were some things she wanted to bring to school with her. Things she thought might come in handy.

Lucien Vaugeois

Shortly after Elaine had entered, the door to Mr. Morgan's class swung open, and the temperature suddenly dropped a degree or two. Standing in the doorway was a young man with pale skin, long white hair, and heavy bags under his eyes. He gave the classroom a quick once-over, then sighed and moved to the closest available desk.

Lucien Vaugeois did not entirely want to be here. He was getting by just fine in homeschooling. But this was supposedly a school for the supernatural, and he figured that whatever was going on with him counted.

There was a girl next to him, looking completely normal aside from her hair's ombré. Lucien regarded her with a frown. I do hope I'm not the only one here with powers. That'd be exceedingly embarrassing. Well, not like attending this school was any less embarrassing.

Iris Langley - Mr. Morgan's Class

This sucked, this sucked, this sucked. Yes, it had admittedly been her idea to attend this school in the first place. She needed a school without a lot of people, and where she wouldn't be seen as as much of a freak if she slipped up.

But why the hell did they have to separate her from Evie? She hated leaving her twin alone and unprotected. Some might say she was overprotective, but she was the big sister! She needed to protect her little sister!

As she entered the classroom she nodded her head at the teacher. That her face wasn't currently pointed at said teacher didn't register right away. When you can see in all directions at once, it's tricky to keep track of the direction your head is facing.

Wait, did she recognize that boy? There admittedly weren't many teenagers with white hair running around, but he looked at least a little familiar... a Vaugeois? Iris shook her head, keeping her thoughts to herself as she took a seat.

Elaine

Elaine did not outwardly react to the entrance of either Lucian or Iris. She simply waited for the fourth student to arrive.

Nicholas

Meanwhile, a redheaded teenager wearing fingerless gloves got out of his mom's car and checked his watch. I'm here early, he thought. I've got time to spare. So instead of entering the building and going to class, Nicholas leaned against the wall by the front door and waited for another student to show up.

Alexis - To Mr. Perlman's Class.

...Well, this was it. Start of a new year, new school. Alexis wasn't sure what to expect beyond hoping that it would at least go by smoothly...although the few looks on the bus as he tried to stay away from the windows and making occasional adjust his top hat made the youth somewhat uneasy already as he took a breath, he could very easily be overthinking it.

Glancing at the school that looked more like an office building and then back at the timetable as he finally stepped off the bus told him who and what his first class was. It just didn't say WHERE. At least it wasn't something like geography, that'd be the absolute worst.

And it wouldn't do in the slightest if he was late, especially on the first day as he gave a polite wave to Nicholas as he walked past as the obvious idea clicked. It probably couldn't hurt to ask for directions...

"If you can spare a second, I'm looking for Mr. Perlman's class. You don't need to show me the way, just where it is will do."

Nicholas

Unfortunately, Nicholas was not the most helpful of people.

"No fuckin' clue, buddy." he said in the most aloof tone possible. He glanced up at Alexis's...unusual choice of accessory. "What's with the hat?"

Hailey Woods

A girl wearing a rucksack walks into the school. She looked left, then looked to the right. She does it a lot back in the days.

She checked the time table given to her. "The first class was Ms. Hughes, huh?" She mumbled to herself. She decided to try find it herself.

For a few moments, Alexis looked a tiny bit annoyed before shrugging it off to try and be civil.

"...Just thought I'd ask. First time here and all that. Guess I better get looking." Alexis replied with a nod, making sure to adjust his hat as he started walking off. "Well, given my clothing, it helps me stand out a little at least."

Nicholas

It was Nicholas's turn to look mildly annoyed. He was trying to be all intimidating and this guy just brushed him off? He stopped himself before he got angry and figured he should probably get to class.

After a brief bit of consideration on where the classes might be, he decided to just follow Alexis. If Alexis noticed him, then he'd explain himself.

Liz

Hailey would not have long to ponder the location of the classes before a girl with bright blonde hair and a bright yellow sweater bumped into her, giving her a static shock from the sweater.

"S-sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going..." said Liz, in a tone that was equal parts excited and nervous. "Do you know where the classrooms are? I have Ms. Perlman first period."

Hailey Woods

Hailey was surprised, to say the least. She awkwardly giggled.

"No worries, pal. As for Ms. Perlman's class.. I think it might be around here, though you might wanna check inside each of the classes just in case. I've been looking for my first class too, so sorry if that doesn't help by much."

Edited by TheGeekArtist08 on Jan 2nd 2021 at 10:37:11 PM

Mr. Morgan's Class

To little surprise, the last student to arrive in Mr. Morgan's class was the one who had taken the wrong side of an hour to get out of bed that morning. With one of her pigtails askew, sleep gunk still crusting her eyes, and one pant leg tucked into her sock, Anisa all but flopped into class, waving half-heartedly at the teacher as she made a beeline for the only empty desk. "Oooawwrnin'." she yawned as she fell into her seat, tilting her shoulder just enough for the strap of her backpack to scuttle down and flump to the floor.

Once seated, Anisa took a very long minute to stare at the desk. Slowly her head craned around until she could see the girl with purple tips behind her, and from there she moved her gaze to the white-haired boy near the door, and then to the kid with sunglasses that was closer to her, and then Anisa returned to staring at the pockmarked wooden surface that would grow to be a much familiar sight over the next year. "Ah, am I late? My bad..."

Evelyn Langley

There was a shuffling noise close to Hailey and Liz, before a small girl with a somewhat scruffy countenance meekly approached them; looking up at them (or in their general direction, rather) with a somewhat anxious and fearful expression as she wrung her hands in front of herself tightly. By the sheer paleness of her skin and stark white hair, it was safe to assume she had some kind of albinism—though the rather severe cataracts over her eyes were probably of more immediate concern.

“...E-Excuse me, I heard... s-someone said Ms. Hughes...? Th-That's my first class... um... m-my sister's gone to hers, and I'm... not sure where I am. Can you... help me? Please...?”

There was a sense in her voice that she was almost afraid to ask of them for help, but her sheer discomfort for once won over any other feeling of intrusion on their business. She hadn't expected this place to be this understaffed. She almost felt sorry for the principal.

She would've sightjacked her way to finding her classroom, but she was aware of the somewhat dismissive nature of the teachers. That and her means of perception were... just freaky. She didn't want to subject anyone to that, especially if they didn't believe so much in the supernatural. She seriously hoped her sister was doing well in that regard.

Elaine

Mr. Morgan's reaction to Anisa's mutterings was immediate and somewhat excited. "Oh! Everyone's here! I believe we can start now."

He looked at a piece of paper on his desk. "Alright, we should have Iris Langley, Elaine Roberts, Lucien Va...uh... however you pronounce that, and Anisa Wiraputri." He looked up at the class. "Whi—"

He was about to say "which one's which" before being interrupted. "I'm Elaine Roberts. Also, it's pronounced Vaugeois." She glanced at Lucien. "I think," she added.

Liz

"Are you...blind?" Liz asked the person who was obviously blind. She gently took Evelyn's hand. "Here, I'll help you."

Then, she heard something behind her. "Are you three looking for the classrooms?" Evidently, Ms. Perlman got bored of waiting for her students to show up and went downstairs to check.

Lucien

So class had started. Lucien was reasonably sure he knew most of what Mr. Morgan would be teaching, but he had to get through all the core subjects before learning power control.

Assuming that was even helpful. The principal was deluded, after all.

He let out a soft sigh when the teacher didn't even attempt to pronounce his surname. "It's French," he muttered. "It's pronounced Vau—"

And then the girl with the ombré hair—Elaine Roberts, apparently—told everyone what it was. Lucien paused, then nodded. "Yes, that." He cleared his throat. "I would be Lucien, by the way. Pleasure to meet all of you."

To Class.

...Well, the search wasn't exactly going well. A cautious peek into most of the rooms on the first floor led to kitchens full of pots, pans and reflective metal which hastily caused Alexis to keep moving and the second floor...wasn't much of an improvement. It wasn't until the third until he noticed how was following him.

"Surely you've got better things than following me around trying to find a classroom. I mean, unless you're also going to Mr Perlman's class firs-" The young man stopped in his tracks as he looked at the door, back at Nicholas, the timetable book and sighed somewhat. Must've been a typing error on the book...or the door.

Iris - Mr. Morgan's Class

"I'm uh... I'm Iris." She had to force that out, uncomfortable being surrounded by strangers. Anybody perceptive enough would notice the way she hastily turned to look at him... after she finished talking. As if she only just realized she wasn't already doing so. They might also notice the way she nervously fiddled with her sunglasses, as if afraid they wouldn't stay in place. Of course, both of those were easy to chalk up to anxiety.

Meanwhile, one of the names Mr. Morgan had called stuck out to Iris. Lucien Vaugeois. Her family had dealings with the Vaugeois family, though she didn't think their parents liked each other that much. But she had never met any of them in person. She was all too aware that she and her sister had gained a reputation as recluses who rarely met with anyone, and unfortunately that reputation wasn't exactly false.

What was someone like Lucien Vaugeois doing in a school like this though? Maybe their families had more in common than she'd realized...

Hailey Woods

"Ah, yes, Ma'am," Hailey said to Ms. Perlman. "Do you happen to know where Ms. Hughes' class is at?"

Elaine

"So that means you're Anisa." said Mr. Morgan, looking at Anisa. "With that out of the way, we can begin the lesson." He got up and started drawing something on the whiteboard before turning back to the class. "Feel free to talk to each other, by the way. There's only four of you. It's fine."

With that, he began teaching the class about the basics of geometry: points, lines, line segments, how their names are formatted, etc. All stuff Elaine knew already.

She looked at Anisa, then at her bag, then back at Anisa, as if she was considering something.

Liz

"All of the classrooms are on the third floor," Ms. Perlman responded. "Do you need me to show you where the stairs are?"

Nicholas

"Figured all the classrooms'd be close to each other." He looked around a bit and noticed the next door down was marked "Ms. Hughes". "Looks like I was right."

Walking into Ms. Hughes's room, the first thing he noticed was the whiteboard...which had a seating chart on it. "There's only four seats, why do you..." he muttered to himself. Guess he was sitting in the top left.

Tim

"Hello!"

Were Alexis to turn around, he would see someone with a buzz-cut and a dark green T-shirt, who had evidently found his way up without any problems. His right arm was extended in offer of a handshake. But Alexis would most likely notice his left arm first.

On said arm, extending from his wrist about halfway down his forearm, there was a black plastic band/cuff/whatever. It appeared to have a small display and a keypad on it.

"I'm Tim. What's your name?"

Evelyn Langley

“I-I don't wanna be any trouble...” Evelyn admitted in a weak tone, but nodded in the direction of Ms. Perlman and smiling gratefully a little as she felt her hand being taken by one of the other students. It made her feel a little at ease, at the very least. “...b-but yes please, I... need some help. Sorry. It won't happen again...”

This was probably an exaggeration, but she did plan to use her sightjacking next time. Even if it was only to a limited extent. Regardless, she waited patiently to be led towards her classroom, unable to trust her own senses at the moment.

Mr. Morgan's Class

Since the three other children had spoken their names, Anisa didn't put in the effort of giving her own, only offering a quiet hum of affirmation when Mr. Morgan got to her via process of elimination. She was surprised that they were allowed to speak freely, completely contrary to what elementary and middle school had drilled into her before. It was a pleasant surprise, but one she'd need time to adjust to.

Before engaging with anyone else, Anisa busied herself with retrieving a battered metal pencil case from her bag. She popped it open to reveal dozens of pencils of varying lengths, but not in the way that one might expect- rather than the shaft being shortened from repeated sharpenings, it was instead the hilt of the pencils that was missing. She picked out a fresh one with eraser still attached and took it to paper, staring almost blankly at Mr. Morgan's teachings until she slowly became aware of a pair of eyes on her.

Turning until she spotted the culprit, Anisa stared back at Elaine as the other girl fretted between Anisa and her bag. She stared so long that it would surely start to feel uncomfortable for Elaine, but, eventually, Anisa spoke, a finger tentatively raising up to point around her mouth. "...Is there something..?"

Hailey Woods

She nodded at Ms. Perlman. "Yes, please."

Ms Perlman's Class.

Well...at he was right. And wasn't being a headache about it. Alexis simply gave another shrug considering Nicholas had already walked off and the second he'd walked into the classroom...

Sure, the armlet...band...keypad thing stood out but he decided to be polite and give a small smile, if awkwardly accepting the handshake.

"Alexis. Nice to meet ya, Tim." The young man took another glance at the classroom, glad things hadn't started yet. "Good to see we both made it here with time to spare."

Elaine

Anisa would only get as far as "Is there som—" before being interrupted. "No, there's nothing on your face."

Liz

"Alright. Follow me." Ms. Perlman then led the small group of students to the stairwell. Liz, who was still holding Evelyn's hand, asked, "Do you need help going up the stairs?"

After holding Liz's hand for this long, Evelyn would start to feel a slight tingling sensation.

Tim

Tim did not interpret Alexis entering the classroom as the end of the conversation. He followed him inside, sat down, and kept talking. "I like your hat."

Evelyn

“...Actually... i-if you'll let me hide behind you a sec...” Evelyn whispered to Liz, continuing to hold her hand as she moved to position herself behind the other girl and out of Ms. Perlman's direct line of sight. “Still lead me though, please...! This'll just make it a little easier...”

With that there was a slight squelching noise, before the skin on her forehead seemed to split apart as a distinctly not blind eyeball pushed itself outwards in order to peek through the resulting slit. It seemed to pin its gaze directly onto Liz, focusing on her as Evelyn tried to psychically tune into her vision.

If it worked, she'd use Liz's own vision to make going up the stairs a little easier for herself. The tingling sensation she was feeling from Liz's touch was... odd, but she assumed it wasn't anything too bad.

Edited by Enirboreh on Jan 4th 2021 at 7:56:08 PM

Hailey

Hailey looked at the two, then to Ms. Perlman.

"Oh, uh. We should hurry up," she suggested. "Don't want to be late now, do we?"