Auldrant no Gakuen
Prologue
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When I was young I wished everything was within my palm but now that I'm an adolescent it seems the world has done me a great deal by putting me in the middle of the world.
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I looked out of the car window as my father drove our car to my new school. It was heart-wrenching to leave all my friends behind. I was pissed off, greatly pissed off I mean, who the hell would want their children shifted to another school in the middle of the semester? I gritted my teeth in annoyance as my eyes gazed at the unfamiliar surroundings around me. It sure was boring to be the only child. I looked at the luggage that was laid beside me in the backseat.
The new school had a dorm so my parents didn't have the hassle of bringing me to school and fetching me every day. I snorted, like they even did such. They were always busy every day, it left me to wonder how they even remembered they had a daughter and just when I had real people to befriend they were going to send me to another school. It was infuriating but unstoppable.
Thankfully, I was spared from dressing up into the uniform of my new school. It had been a transfer student's privilege. I groaned when I saw the uniform for the first time. I had thought the school was in leagued with the military or something. I propped my chin upon my closed fist as my amethyst eyes gazed out of the car window. The air condition proved the soothing chills that still my mind from any further heat of anger.
This whole dilemma was because my parents were setting up a new company here, in Auldrant. I don't really know the place just that it was a big archipelago that it held so many countries. I looked at the figure of my father who was driving silently. I wasn't really close to my parents and it was somehow a miracle that they remembered having a sixteen-year-old daughter who was in high school.
And since they seemed to find my old school boring, they decided to enroll me in another school, completely out of nowhere, another place, a foreigner in their land. I felt shivers running down my spine at the thought of being shunned because I didn't belong. It had been like that during my previous schools, I had to be shunned first before the majority accepted me. I fidgeted with the hem of my lavender shirt, the smooth fabric creased in my fingers.
The thermostat of the air conditioning suddenly annoyed me as the cold pierced my sleeved arms. My pants seemed to be thin since the chilly air seemed to prickle my legs as well. I let out a silent wail in the form of a sigh and focused my eyes on my father once again.
It had been a while since I last saw him, a good five months I guess. He still had the stubby formation of his beard, he liked it short as he always preferred in the past. His sandy brown hair was brush back, a formal hairstyle for a businessman who was always on the go. I leaned into my seat hoping the day would just go through fast.
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No sooner we had arrived and I waited for my father to get the piece of luggage out of the car since he had more brute strength than I did. I looked over at the gates, they were elaborate black steel. I looked inside to find a view of an elaborate garden. I turned to my father as he settled the object beside me. His hand quickly went to his pocket and it went out with a ringing phone. I let out an annoyed sigh, one of his business partners again.
He looked at me with his chocolate brown eyes and I nodded, understanding that he had to go. He was quick when he went in the car and drove away. Not even saying a goodbye or giving his daughter a peck on her cheek. I shook my head and drew the luggage into the opened gates. Not soon after I had entered, I was met by what seemed to be the staff. "Welcome dear to Auldrant Academy!" I wanted to cover my ears at her high pitched voice, new people irritated me. "Um…thank you," was the only thing I could reply. She was vibrant woman with blonde curls and a pair of aged brown eyes. She seemed to have a pleasant attitude. I smiled at her and a guy took my luggage.
"Are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while?" She asked me and I shook my head. My interest was gathering as we passed through the halls of the building. The walls were painted in a soft cream; the halls were empty which meant classes were now going on. I looked at my watch and it was past seven thirty. The older woman with me seemed to notice, "Classes start at seven thirty sharp. We're quite strict with the attendance, you see." She smiled at me and I nodded in reply. Wow, no wonder the school was famous, they had pain-in-the-neck rules to hail it.
"The principal is waiting for you. Just knock before you enter though, he doesn't like being surprised." And with that she left me standing in front of a door with a gold plated 'Principal's office' nailed onto the mahogany door. I knock a few times before poking my head into the room. Indeed the principal was there, he smiled at me and I admitted myself inside. "Ah, so you're the transfer student. Come and sit, we'll have a short discussion and then you can be on your way." I nodded for God knows how many times already and sat myself upon the seat in front of him.
"First if all I would like to confirm your identity." I nodded in reply and spoke, "I'm…"
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That didn't turn out so bad. I learned the name of the principal was Mr. Ingobert Kimlasca-Lanvaldear the fourth. I had to drill the name into my name. Was it just me or did he really favor a long name for himself? Despite the annoying length of his name, the older man was quite accommodating and he had given me my schedule and the piece of paper needed for each teacher's signature.
I excused myself from his presence and wondered out into the halls with the map of the school and the schedule in hand. I had went to the Student's Affairs office to find the same woman who had greeted my arrival earlier, I had learned her name was Marienne Elise. She had told me my luggage was already in the dorm room I was sharing with. I thanked her and proceeded to explore the school building.
This was the high school department, the elementary was at another building. The halls were silent with inactivity and I looked down at the first class I would have, History with Professor Jade Curtis in Room 101A. I sighed to myself and then looked at the numbers that were situated up on the doors. "You're the transfer student, right? Are you lost?" I turned around to see another female and once again she was blonde. She had stern-looking eyes and I complied with a "Yeah." She smiled and stood beside me, "What's your class at this time?"
I looked down and read the content, "History with Professor Jade Curtis in Room 101A." She patted me on my back and spoke, "Ahh, it's right around the corner." She guided me through the hallways and I could feel nervousness rising in the pit of my stomach as I neared the room where my classmates for my first subject would be. "I'm Jozette Cecille but most people call me Cecille." I acknowledged her name and kept quite as the tension built in my nerves.
We stopped when we reached a certain room, the distinct voice of a man discussing his lesson could be heard. There was only silence and the discussing man's voice. Cecille knocked on the door, stopping the male voice for the moment and she gestured to me. The teacher which was none other than Prof. Jade Curtis came to the doorframe and conversed with Cecille for a while.
So to say, Jade Curtiss was a middle-aged man with long light brown hair and crimson eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. He wore a light blue poio with a black tie and a pair of black slacks. His footwear were a pair of black leather shoes. He had a rather formal aura around him.
His eyes then turned to me, "Well, I suppose a welcome would be in order. Come in and meet your classmates." I gulped at what he said. And he gestured me inside the room. He took his place behind the table while I still kept my eyes on the floor. I could feel the gazes of everyone boring upon me. I let out a shaky breath and faced them, all thirty of them.
"Class, we seem to have a new student amongst us. Please do introduce yourself." Formal indeed.
"Hello, I'm Lucille Denise Veramounte. Pleased to meet you all." I spoke in a voice that was as loud as I can get. I had expected jeering or loud honking noises from the boys but none of those happened. I guess this school doesn't seem so bad at all.
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at making a Tales story and I hope it doesn't suck...much. XD
:3 Thanks for reading.
