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The re-written first chapter! Sorry for not updating in a really long time! Im gonna totally re-buff this story and update update update
thank you for the patience
The teacher scanned his class. Without even so much as another glance at the seats, he scribbled down the letter "A" next to the name "Lightning".
"Not here again, huh?" He shook his head, this wasn't the first time or even the second or third time. It was more akin to the 30th time, but really, if Lightning didn't bother to attend his class, he wouldn't bother to count just how many times she'd skipped.
The feeling was new to her.
The feeling of being so bored that even the sweat dripping down the neck of the chubby boy obstructing her view was more interesting than what he was obstructing, was new to her.
The pounding in her head told her to pay more attention, but her restless leg told her "who wants to listen to an old man babble anyway.". Not that either her head or leg actually talked to her. Though, she really hoped they would. At least then, she wouldn't be so bored.
She began to wonder why'd she'd even wanted to enroll at Cocoon Central, besides the obvious answer of it being the best school on Cocoon. Which, according to the residents here, is much better than Gran Pulse.
Gran Pulse is a rural continent, the education system and technology there can't even be compared to the dominant ones on Cocoon, but, Gran Pulse had...better food? She shook her head. Who was she kidding? The food on Cocoon is great.
Being a Pulsarian, she simply felt like she needed to say Pulse is better. Unfortunately, she can't really put the wonders of Gran Pulse into words. It's mostly farm and jungle, all green as far as your eyes can see (which isn't very far if you were glasses like she does).
She shook her head again, before realizing that shaking her head was doing no good and that she must look a dog.
Her mind wondered back to the boring assembly she'd been sitting at all this time.
How could she have let the pamphlets fool her?
Yawning for the umpteenth time she decided to go into prayer. She wasn't a very religious person, but she would always watch her mother pray and she seemed to be very content. Whether that was a result of the praying or not, she did not know.
"Please maker," She began in her softest voice, "Let one of your angels descend into this assembly and liven it up. Preferably, with disco balls and ice-cream."
She don't know how long I sat there in prayer, but it was long enough to grab the attention of the girl sitting beside her.
"Praying for this to end?" The girl laughed.
She turned to the girl, startled but happy to have some sort of distraction. She smiled, taking in the girl's appearance: pink hair tied in a side ponytail that curled down to her right, the girl had soft teal eyes that gave of the impression of a young girl. In ways, the girl reminded her of herself.
"Well.." she responded with a slight giggle, "Yeah."
"I should have taken my sister's advice and just skipped.." The girl frowned and let out a brief sigh before smiling again, happily gazing back at her.
"Your sister goes here?" She asked, already having a good grasp on what the answer might be.
"Yup. I bet you'll hear A LOT about her. In fact, you'll probably even see her today." The girl smiled wider, obviously hiding some sort of pride.
"Hm? Is she a teacher?" She tilted her head in confusion, quickly adding, "Don't tell me she's that mean looking woman who was talking before this geezer."
The pink-haired girl giggled innocently, "Let's just say she's... popular." Her proud smile grew.
"I'm Vanille by the way."
"Serah. Serah Farron."
"Farron?" The silver haired boy on Vanile's other side perked up, "Like Farron, Farron?"
She laughed, giving Vanille a knowing nod, before leaning forward to look him in the eye, "Yup"
Vanille patiently waited for an explanation to click in her head, she was disappointed to find that her mind was blank.
"I should have guessed you were her sister from the hair.." He sighed, clearly ashamed of something.
"It's okay," Serah said, though it seemed unnecessary to Vanille that she comfort him.
"Hey," Vanille joined into their discussion, with an almost child-like curiosity, "Who's the sister?"
His eyes shout open in bewilderment then slowly close as he registers something in his head.
"Right, you're not from here so you wouldn't know.." He nods to himself.
"Did the accent give me awa— "
The door suddenly creaks, and heads dart in the direction of the noise. Vanille couldn't see anything over the much taller people behind her. The light ray of light peeking from the top of the door and the people that suddenly stood up to "ooh" and "aah", didn't help soothe her curiosity.
"Ah, Lighting, how nice of you to join us," the anger in the old man's voice is so apparent that no matter how wide he smiled, he wouldn't be able to cover it up.
"That's her.." the silver-haired boy commented.
Lightning stood slightly taken a back at the door, she hadn't expected the door to creak like it did and she definitely did not count on everyone's eyes focused on her.
No matter how surprised she was on the inside, she wouldn't let that be seen on her outside.
It seemed like stealthily opening a old door was impossible, and she really had no intention of being caught, even though she had originally guess that the door would do that.
"Lightning, how nice of you to join us." The principle was angry, that much anyone could see.
She could see his anger, like the rest, but she couldn't care less about it. What really bugged her wasn't the looks of astonishment from the young faces, but the fact she couldn't see her younger sister, Serah.
Lightning had wanted to enter the assembly to steal Serah away and give the younger girl a tour of the school. Lightning remembered this assembly well, despite sitting in it two years ago. It was boring and she knew that it hadn't changed a bit. It meant the principle would talk their ears off, and dig into the school tour time. Resulting in the freshman having to fend for themselves when their classes started.
Had Serah already died from the speech? Lightning wondered. They were only 5 minutes into it. She sighed, casually closing the door and entering the auditorium.
"Lightning, shouldn't you be in class?" The principle fumed. She knew he hated getting interrupted, he hated class-skippers even more.
Lightning adjusted the uniform shirt, straightening the tie casually. She realized she should have taken more care to put it on properly.
Lightning began walking up the aisle slowly, scanning the area to find my sister.
"Lightning?" He called out again.
Her eyes had yet to land on a curled mop of pink hair.
"Lightning!" He yelled.
"What?" She lazily looked at him.
The freshman gasped in an almost comical way. She didn't need a micro phone for my voice to be heard across the auditorium.
"W-why are you here?" He asked, his knees shaking and his face flushed. He's scared. Lightning smiled internally, feeling a sadistic sense of enjoyment.
She shot him a quick glare, a face that says why-the-hell-not?
He gulped.
Lightning decided on a better course of action than walking around looking for Serah.
She walked up to the podium. With the principle backing away without hesitation, she grabbed the microphone and looked to the audience.
With the light down on Lightning, Vanille could find herself catching a better glace at her. She was the same pink-ish hair that Serah had. It was delicately curled down her shoulder. Her eyes were a piercing azure, unlike the soft teal that her younger sister had. Vanile found herself in awe along with the rest of
She'd got their attention without so much as a sentience.
"I'm Lighting Farron" She said her name casually and watched as people take note of it.
"I'm here to save you all." She smiled a fake smile, Vanille noticed. The older girl seemed uncomfortable.
The crowd cheered and sighed, revealed, they didn't seem to notice the slight twitch of Lightning's lip.
"You can have my version of the speech."
Vanille notices her voice is cold, flat and uncaring. It sends chills down her spine. No one else seems to notice the lifelessness in the girl.
She starts off the speech with a bit of inspirational bull-shit, Vanille notes. It's obvious she doesn't mean a word of it.
But the freshman clap and cheer, eating the words up.
Vanille finds it unsettling. She wonders how Lightning manages to captivate the freshman. The main reason had to be her looks, but even so, what was it?
Lightnin briefly explains the code of conduct.
They all nod, obviously understanding it.
Vanille curls into her seat as Lightning's dark eyes meet hers. How?
Lightning chuckles a bit and explains that breaking these rules means listening to lecture given by the principle.
They laugh, and then stop when the principle coughs, signalling that he's still in the room.
She tells them that she's the student council president (by election of course, not by choice) and also the captain of the Fencing, Kendo, Boxing, Track and Swim teams (by choice this time, no one asks how).
They blink, amazed.
Vanille finds her inner detective stoking her imaginary beard. It was too odd. Too good to be true.
She leads that into the clubs. Lightning explains a bit about them and how to join.
They all take note again.
She explains and introduces the faculty team and wraps it all up by saying that even though she's the student council president, she doesn't give a damn about their problems.
Finally, Vanille smiles, a word of honesty. Heartless as it was. Vanille's inner detective brought a cup of wine to her lips, Obviously this girl is an enigma. It was easy enough to see that Lightning was far from great.
The freshman's faces fall at Lightning's words.
She finally spots Serah in the crowd and is met with a glare.
Lightning sighs and quickly add, "Because at the end of the day, you're going to be the one to solve your problems, you don't need me or someone else telling you how to live your live, how to solve your own struggles just... do it. Learn from mistakes. Do whatever makes you happy, comfortable and shi- stuff."
They perk up and clap loudly as she exits the stage.
Lightning groans.
She pats the Principle's shoulder, telling him to take over without saying more than 10 words and she'll go back to class (obviously he won't win but he doesn't know that).
He accepts the challenge and Lightning smirks as she watch him fail as the students scramble to exit and start their first day as freshmen.