Chatter and commerce filled the dark of the morning. It didn't matter what the time was, Gormott was active. Nia used this as a distraction; for she feared the following hours which were to come. Today would be her first day attending Gormotti High School. Nia had illusions of grandeur and insignificance. She couldn't fathom for what her first day would be like. Her thoughts were of course, conjecture; though Nia couldn't help but try to compute the future.

The march to Gormotti high will be short, since Nia lives on the bottom level of Gormott, near the cloud sea. The school is only a couple paces upwards. Nia could see others, generally in small groups approaching the building. This filled her with angst, since he fooled herself into believing that she was alone. In reality there were many others like her: in which she was oblivious.

Nia reached the school; its entrance has a small courtyard and glass doors. Hanging from the roof were poorly constructed wooden letters that read "Gormotti High" though the final letter was half-sideways. The two main glass doors were open and some of the administrators were greeting the students nearby. Nia inevitably strode through the two doors, scoffing off the kind words from the adults. Nia was sure that they would be a nuisance in the future.

Nia's first sight was three locker-filled hallways with students- mainly Gormotti. The others' were interesting figures that appeared much more unique than the rest. From the entrance, the left hallway and right hallway appeared that they may create a border around the rest of the building, whereas the path in the middle had the text "Gymnasium" at a door atop stairs which climbed up a few feet. The school's layout from Nia's distinct perspective was difficult to imagine: it didn't seem reasonable.

Nia had not received her schedule yet. The students had to go to homeroom first. There were some posters on the wall, which many students surrounded. Approaching this would reveal a list that alphabetically organized students by their first names and grade level. The rooms were numbered from 1-00 to 2-16. The Seniors and Juniors were placed in the rooms that began with a 2, as opposed to the Freshmen and Sophomores.

Nia saw that she would have to go to room 1-13, and so she did. Her walk to the room was uninterrupted. She entered the room and sat down. It was somewhat early, so the room had few students. The couple that were with her seemed to be bookworms or simply very tired people who sought more rest with the desks. Nia was an outlier; she invested the free time in her imagination.

What Nia experienced in her mind was more grandeur. A falsehood of becoming some sort of heroine filled her with pride. Nia wasn't capable of filling in the trivial details of her daydream causing it to stray further and further from reality. Snapping out of this trance was thereby far easier when the be had finally rang with a harsh pitch and consistent tempo.

The depressed moans of the students were followed by the homeroom teacher, a bland and male Gormotti, greeting the students: "Hello! Welcome to Gormotti High! I am Dr. Savago."

At first glance, Savago's attire matched his attitude. He wore a yellow sweater-vest and light blue shirt underneath it, as well as denim pants. Dr. Savago was overwhelmingly cheerful to a fault.

Dr. Savago was undeniably an overwhelmingly nice person, evident by his stature and tone of voice. He had a very kind and comforting aura to him. This provoked Nia to wonder what the other teachers would be like.

"Firstly, I'll give you fellas your schedules'." Savago nodded as he pulled out a stack of papers and began to list off names as students walked up to grab a piece of paper which had their schedules on it. A couple of moments would reveal to Nia that the list was sorted alphabetically, and he was currently in going through names which began with B, and he was in the middle of saying "Brighid." Inevitably he reached N, and soon enough, "Nia."

Nia walked up with a nervous gait. What would her schedule have on it? Though in the midsts of this, Nia recognized her angst and artificially abolished it. She would have to discover this regardless, there is no reason to fear such a silly thing; is what she told herself as she boldly grabbed her schedule and sat down once more.