Title: High School Drama
Rating: PG
Crossovers: Furuba/FMA/PoT/DGM
Disclaimer: i know i don't own any of these characters. i'm just giving them a rough time.
ok, i know Furuba isn't in this prolouge, but those characters will be the most common in the story. so that's why this story is here. i have personally been to private schools so i am writing out of experience. and this IS crack. please enjoy.
As is the custom in the world of private schools, and probably every other school in the entire planet, all students are supposed to attend orientation. Now orientation takes place one week before school starts, and rumors have spread explaining the purpose of this is to ruin all fun a child may have on the last week of freedom, er, summer break. Regardless, all staff members work hard to make sure that the orientation runs smoothly and the building doesn't collapse before school starts. If it collapses afterwards, it doesn't really matter, because, hey there are such things as tents in this world and they're there to be used. Moving on, the day for orientation draws near…
//Orientation Day//
The gym of a run down building is filled with all seventy naïve people who actually decided to show up to this day of introduction. Of course, the orientation is for Pre-K through seniors. As the seventy people fidget on squeaky metal bleachers that came from the sixties and make idle conversations, a few teachers pass around papers with all the staffs names and positions. The clock nears seven thirty, and the voices hush as a single figure walks to the microphone placed on the giant warrior head painted on the floor. The man stands at about 5'8", and wears tasteful slacks and a nice button up shirt. The only unusual thing about him was the fact that he was wearing gloves on this August night. He steadies the microphone and clears his throat before addressing the assembly.
"Good evening, everyone. We seem to have a good crowd today. My name is Roy Mustang and I'm the administrator for this school."
Roy pauses and flashes a smile.
"Thank you for choosing this school, and I guarantee that you parents will not regret your decision to send your children here. The purpose of this school is to prepare your children to face the world. We do so by placing them in a safe environment, far away from the problems of the world. The only thing your child has to fear is himself, his classmates, and the insanity that is common in all private school students."
Mr. Mustang nodded to his staff.
"Our staff may e new and inexperienced, but I know that they will be a great asset in helping your children grow. Now please feel free to explore the building, and if you need any help, as the people with the hard to see name tags and they will direct you. I hope this year goes by well and with all your monetary support, it will. Welcome to Pleasant Valley Private School, more affectionately known as Pleasant Valley Correctional Facility!"
in this story, i will not have any sort of religious class although most private schools are either Catholic or Baptist; but i don't want the hassle of dealing with different religions so, it won't be here. and i did go a little over board with the amount of teachers.(you'll see what i mean in the next chapter) there usually aren't all that many.