Hopes Peak Academy. The six most premier schools in the entire world. Starting with the original Hopes Peak Academy in Japan other countries soon started developing their own Hopes Peak in an effort to show off the success of their countries and not have citizens poached. The original idea was for each country to have their own Hopes Peak, but the idea was scrapped due to it being too costly and not potentially having enough students for each school. Instead One Hopes Peak Academy per Continent was established. North America in The United States of America, South America in Chile, Europe in Denmark, Africa in Botswana, Asia in Japan, and Oceania in New Zealand. All the Hopes Peak Academies compete with each other to determine which continent has the best students so each year 16 students are invited to join the prestigious schools as an Ultimate. The only way to be invited is to be scouted. There are two basic requirements to be scouted by the school. One, be in High School or a High School equivalent and two be THE ABSOLUTE BEST at what you do. People who can achieve that are invited as the Ultimate _.

Being an Ultimate at Hopes Peak comes with plenty of privileges. Guaranteed success once you graduate, being able to vote, drive, or even avoid the law depending on your talent. It's the best. That's why everyone wants to be an Ultimate. However, if you aren't scouted as an ultimate it is still possible to come to the school as a reserve course student. Their just like regular students in every way except their at Hopes Peak. Huh, how do I know so much about this?

Well, my name is Leilani Anderson. I'm attending Hopes Peak Academy as the Ultimate Gardener. I never would have thought my Gardening Skill is Ultimate Level but here I am, standing in front of Hopes Peak Academy North America ready for my first day of school as a member of Class 7. My heart is filled with anticipation as I take my first steps into the building.

Then it all went dark.

PROLOUGE; DAY ONE; TIME ?

It's cold. It's hard. I can feel a tile? I'm on the floor. I passed out and fell on the floor. How embarrassing. Better get up. What's with the weird decorations? The windows are covered in steel and bolted shut. Everything looks like it's made out of concrete. The hallways are empty and a bit dusty. Some of the doors have locks while other doors locks seemed to have rusted off. All the door windows are bared for some reason. It's dark. The lights seemed to have burned out and haven't been replaced. The few lights that are working are flickering on and off just enough to reveal the dismal grey color the hallways and floor are. No other colors just grey. No signs of any plants either. It's depressing. There are some speakers hanging overhead in the corners of the ceiling that look brand new, some security cameras to and what seems to be some flat screen tv's. Weird. Someone's been here recently, and I have to see if anyone else is here but first I'm just gonna make sure I'm not missing anything. Who knows what happened when I passed out. Wait, why did I pass out?! I'll have to look into it. AnywayStraw Hat Check, Lily Check, Apron Check, Trowel and Gardening Gloves Check. Alright looks like nothing is missing. I started to walk down the hallway when suddenly

"All New Students are to meet at the Entrance Hall at 8:00 AM for Debriefing. We Hope You Enjoy yourselves here at Hopes Peak Academy for _$(#(#!#$ )_$(_#(_#$".

What was that last part? Ugh my heads throbbing. Better get going. Maybe I'll find some more people. So, I started walking around the school, I found a clock. Convenient. The time was 7:55. I only have 5 minutes! I started running around. I saw a sign that said Gym, and another that said Cafeteria, but I'll keep those in mind for later. I kept running and running, and then thud! I ran into someone. How embarrassing. I looked at the person who I ran into. Oh, my goodness she's tiny. She can't be any more than 5ft and smells like seawater? She's definitely an athlete her build is to sculpted to be anything else. The dark brown hair in a ponytail, her tawny skin-tone, is that a tattoo and a shark tooth necklace?!, her green eyes alight with energy, the navy-blue swim shirt? and black short-shorts only helps the image.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry," I said apologetically waving my hands around frantically in worry. I hope I didn't hurt her.

"A mí, plín.* Accidents happen Broki," She said with a wave of her hand.

"Anyway, name's Camila Díaz. I'm the Ultimate Wind-Surfer. What's yours?"

CAMILA DÍAZ

ULTIMATE WIND SURFER

I can't place that accent, but it's is defiantly not American. I'm surprised at how laid back she sounds. We have no idea where we are at least I have no idea anyway, and the way she's acting is like it's no big deal. I can't tell if she's trying to be calm or just really doesn't care. Ah, right.

"I'm Leilani Anderson the Ultimate Gardener. It's nice to meet you. Forgive me if I sound rude Camila dear but aren't you a bit young for high school?"

"I am not broki, I'm 16. Just short I get it a lot but Así es la cosa*, but hey it sure makes it easier to stay on the board. Also, don't call me dear ok,"

"Ok, Camila De ah Camila,"

Suddenly I heard a voice in the background. "Eerlijk gezegd zou het je hebben gedood om op tijd op te komen! Tijd is geld en ik ben ook niet van plan om te verspillen.*"

I turned in the direction the voice was coming from and saw what I could only assume was a model. Tan skin with piercing Amber eyes that scream look at me, Brown-Black Ombre Ponytailed hair, Tan skin with a beauty mark on her cheek that works so well with her Silky Black shirt with sharp cut white pants. The only splash of color being her red nails, heels, and handbag. I'm feeling a bit inadequate compared to her. My blue eyes, beige skin, Auburn hair in a half-up half-down style hidden under a straw hat, basic long sleeve white dress and jeans, green gardening apron coated in dirt stains with my gardening gloves and trowel in the pocket, green rubber boots, straw hat with a lily all say country bumpkin while she is elegance personified. I couldn't help but notice that she talks with a strange accent. A mix of Spanish and something else I can't identify. But what did she say? It sounded rude.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Ik zei. Zou het je hebben gedood om op tijd op te komen?! Tijd is geld en ik ben ook niet van plan om te verspillen.*"

"I'm sorry I only speak English and a little Spanish if you could repeat... whatever you just said in one of those languages that would be great. It seems like you have something important to say and I'm not trying to be rude, but I have no idea what you're saying"

"I said. Would it have killed you to show up on time?! Time is money. I have no plans to waste either." Said the voice in suprisngly good English. I wonder if it's a second language. At least know I know that she's rude in two languages.

"And just who might you be dear?" I say in as rude a tone as I can muster. Judging by the unimpressed look on her face and crossed arms it didn't work.

"My name is Natasha Alleyne. The Ultimate Perfumist and I refuse to have my time wasted by a late ditz." Natasha said in a snobby tone, hands on her hips with her head face away from me as if she could not stand to look at me.

NATASHA ALLEYENE

ULTIMATE PERFUMIST

"Hey, lay off the chick, little lady. Just because she was late mean she's a ditz, just that she might have poor time management." Said a slightly sheepish voice came from behind Natasha. The best way I can describe this person is a country boy. The golden blonde hair in a undercut, beige skin that compliments those deep brown eyes, country accent, red plaid shirt tucked into blue jeans held together with a brown belt and gold buckle, brown cowboy boots, topped off with a brown ten-gallon hat all scream handsome... eh country, I mean country. Yep, country that's what I meant. His accent though Texas, maybe? Somewhere out west.

"Pardon me for intruding on your business little lady. My Name is Wyatt Brown the Ultimate Rancher and I can't stand to see someone berated for actions out of their control."

WYATT BROWN

ULTIMATE RANCHER

Oh, my he's so charming and his voice. Mmm. Oh, he's starting at me know. Say something moron. "Thank you for standing up for me but I don't think it's that bad. Were all in a strange place and the sooner we're all together the faster things can proceed. Although I didn't intend to be late. I'm just glad I got here sooner than later."

"It's no problem miss…" waving his hand in a fill in the blank motion."

Oh my, how embarrassing. I can feel my face getting red. "I'm Leilani. Leilani Anderson Mr. Brown."

"Just Wyatt will do Miss Leilani." "Alright then Wyatt dear."

"Now Natasha was it. How about an apology for Miss Leilani here," Wyatt said while pointing his arm towards me with an expectant look on his face. He's so kind.

"Ugh fine. I guess I'm sorry. I just don't like having my time wasted."

"Apology accepted Natasha Dear."

"That Ms. Alleyne to you. Until I know you well enough to call me by my given name you will refer to me as Ms. Alleyne. None of this dear stuff either."

"Alright, sorry Ms. Alleyne."

Thud! We all turned in the direction of the sound. Something crashed. Was it another person? Is it an animal? Is it dangerous?

"Who's gonna check it out," I mumble quietly while trying to make myself as small as possible.

"I'll check it out. Don't worry about it" Said Wyatt as he headed off in the direction of the sound. He's so brave.

"It's a person!"

A person. Could it be another student, or could it be a teacher or some other adult?

"Don't just tell us that. Bring them over." Snipped Natasha.

Yeesh that girl has no patience. Wyatt walked over towards the rest of the group with the person. The persons armed was wrapped around his neck and it seemed that they are trying to avoid putting weight on their leg. They are finally back with the rest of the group and I can now get a closer look. Their a man with Black hair in a crewcut style with relaxed brown eyes that are squinted with pain and black sun-kissed skin with a Green Tank Top, Black Running shorts, and Black Nike Sneakers. He has a watch on his right wrist. It's a nice brown watch. I can see earbuds lying around his neck. Was he listening to music when he was doing... whatever he was doing? Probably running, with his looks he has to be the Ultimate Runner or at the very least the Ultimate Marathoner. Something with running.

"Whaa Gwaan. My names Adio Gayle. I'm the Ultimate Free-Runner. You probably know it better as Parkour. Nice to meet ya." He said wincing while trying to keep a smile on his face.

ADIO GAYLE

ULTIMATE FREE-RUNNER

Jamaica. His accent can't be anything else. He either grew up there, is living there currently or lived there his entire life but he is defiantly Jamaican.

Camila walked up to him, giving him a look over as they could determine his entire personality just from a quick top to bottom glance.

"So broki, what were you doing that made that sound?"

"Broki?"

"I call everyone Broki."

"Ok. Well I was practicing my free-running and looking around. It's easier to just do that than one or the other. I was jumping over some boxes and desks that just lying in that hallway for some reason. Looks like someone was trying to move them somewhere but gave up halfway through. Anyway, I checked out a room labeled storage and well, we'll never have to worry about going hungry. Anyway, i was looking around when I spotted a camera. I tried to jump up to the ceiling to get a better look at it when I ran right into one of the steel windows and ended up falling due to the pain and landing on then breaking one of the desks. Ouch! I tried to get up of the desk but ended up collapsing once again because of the pain when I tried to walk. That sound you heard was either me falling on the desk or me falling again. Thanks for helping me up by the way man. I'm pretty sure my leg if not that then at least my foot was broken cause of that," Adio said looking at Wyatt with appreciation.

"No problem I like to help out," Said Wyatt waving his hand in the it's nothing motion while trying to keep Adio stable.

I noticed that despite the fall, Adio's watch isn't broken. I have no idea what time it is, and I want to know if we had made it to the entrance hall on time. Oh man, I don't know where I am. Even more so than before. Meeting all of these colorful characters one after another made It pretty hard to focus on where I am. Now let's see what's here. It's a really wide space. Easy enough to hold Five people no problem and can easily hold more. The only thing that stands out are those two big red doors that look like cushions with a gold outline. This must be the entrance hall. Huh, no clocks. Strange. Although looking back on it I only saw one clock so far. I wonder why?

"Excuse me Adio dear could you please tell me what time it is. According to the announcements we're supposed to meet in the entrance hall at 8."

"No problem. It's 8:05. Ah man I'm late. Then again theirs's barely anyone else is here so I guess I'm on time."

"Thank you dear." Huh, I don't get it. Were at the entrance hall but we have to be missing some people. After all, five people a class does not make.

Suddenly someone comes running up to us. Another person running around, jeez? He suddenly stops to catch his breath but then suddenly perks up.

"Hope I'm not late. Sup my names Jayden Davis the Ultimate DJ. You can call me JD."

JAYDEN "JD" DAVIS

ULTIMATE DJ

My he's quite loud but he's also energetic. His accent is defiantly Spanish with a bit extra. Maybe Mexico? He sure is a sight with his shaggy chestnut brown hair. Has he never heard of a hairbrush? Brown eyes alight with mischief supported by his tan skin, baggy white shirt a red baseball hat, matching brown wristwatches on east wrist, slight baggy blue jeans, black belt and black van sneakers. I can't tell if he's going for a "hip" look or is just a bit of a slob. Maybe it's a DJ look he's trying to go for? I can't tell. He's kinda short to. Not Camila short but still short I don't think he's any taller than 5'4. 5'5 at max. He's staring at me. Clearly waiting for me to say something. Have I been silent that long?

"Um, Hi. I'm Leilani Anderson the Ultimate Gardener. It's nice to meet you. Also, you're a little late," I hope I didn't sound as awkward as I feel.

He looks a little disappointed. "Ah man I thought I made it this time." He suddenly turned his head back and forth as if doing a double take.

"Wait, nice to meet you, not nice to FINALLY meet you!? You haven't heard of me? JD the DJ. The best DJ from here to Havana, rocking clubs all day and all night. That DJ JD," JD said a bit exasperated as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

I nod my head sadly. "Ah man that's a bummer. But to be fair I haven't heard of any of you either, so I guess it works out."

Everyone is quiet. Except for Natasha who looks like she is resisting the urge to scream. What could you really say that wouldn't make this anymore awkward then it already is?

"I've heard of you". That.

"Well, my name is Addison Taylor and I am the Ultimate Racecar Driver and future winner of the Indy 500!" Addison said while pumping her fist up.

ADDISON TAYLOR

ULTIMATE RACECAR DRIVER

Midwestern. Just the way she talks screams Midwest. Based on her desire to win the Indy 500 she's most likely to be from Indiana but I don't want to make assumptions. For a race-car driver she looks pretty punkish with her brown pixie cut hair, Light Green eyes with a let's go look, fawn skin that causes a nasty looking scar on her arm to really stand out. Poor dear, a Black ACDC T-shirt overtop dark blue jeans with Emerald ear rings, and black converse. I wonder if she used to be a punk before taking up driving or vice-versa.

"Well it's always nice to meet a fan Addy. Can I call you Addy?"

"I'd prefer if you didn't and I never said I was a fan. All I said was that I'd heard of you. If you added a bit more rock into your mixes, then I would probably be a fan," She said crossing her arms and leaning back on her heel while she said this. Is this how she looks when she's relaxed?

"Thanks for the advice. I'll definitely take into consideration!" He said jutting his arms out with his thumbs up. It's pretty cute.

She turned to look at me. "Well, who are you flower girl?" I know it's not meant to be an insult but the way she said it I can't help but feel a little bit offended.

"I'm Leilani Anderson. The Ultimate Gardener. It's nice to meet you Addison dear."

"Well It's nice to meet ya' to. You best remember my name because I am gonna be big," She had such a huge grin on her face. I didn't know it was possible for the human mouth to stretch so wide.

"Hope your fine settling for second place doll. Cause no one's bigger than me." Said a voice of a man walking up from down the hall.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the hotshot?" Wow. Sassy.

"You already know who I am doll face, but for the rest of ya' I'm Austin Barksdale. You might know me better as the Ultimate Daredevil and the sportsman you wish you could be doll,"

AUSTIN BARKSDALE

ULTIAMTE DAREDEVIL

I can't tell if this guy is cocky or confident. He's seems to be some strange mix of both. I wonder what relationship he has Addison? They do seem to know each other. I'll have to ask. Hmm, if this guy wasn't the ultimate daredevil, I would probably assume he is the Ultimate Motorcyclist. He certainty dresses like it. Brown Hair in a faux-hawk, white skin offset by blue-green eyes saying I'm the best while glancing at Addison, a white shirt underneath a blue jacket, Black Gloves, Black Jeans, and Grey Motorcycle Boots. Motorcyclist.

"Well if it isn't the Ultimate Dumbass." Said somehow managing to be playful yet venomous at the same time.

"It's daredevil and you know it drag race," Snapped back Austin.

"It's race car not drag race and I know you know it dumbass!"

"I'm not a dumbass drag race!"

"DUMBASS!"

"DRAGRACE!"

"DUMBASS!"

"DRAGRACE!"

"STOP FIGHTING!" yelled JD as Wyatt separated the two who had begun to claw at each other.

"Why are you fighting with Addison Austin dear and have you seen any of the other students?"

"Fighting with Addy "It's Addison!" ADDY is just a thing we do. We met a while ago when I was visiting Indiana 'So she is from Indiana. It's nice to have one student's location down.' for a stunt and we ended up competing with each other. Sadly, though it ended in a tie, so we have to keep going to see which one of us is truly the better sportsman."

"Well It's obviously me dumbass. Race-car driving IS a SPORT, stunt-manning ain't. I win automatically cause of that."

"A DAREDEVIL not a STUNTMAN consists of a variety of things that count as sports so yeah I think that makes me better than you."

"Does not."

"Does to."

"Does not and those stunts aren't sports!"

"Does to and their close enough!"

I groan and rub my head. Here they go again. Wyatt pulled them apart after a few minutes and plenty of headache induced groans.

"Now both of you shut you mouths unless you wanna get real close and personal with ma belt ya hear me." Said Wyatt in a forceful tone with one hand on his belt and another on his buckle. Note to self do not get on his bad side.

"Understood" they said in unison their voices leaking with fear.

"Anyway, did you meet any of the other students?" I asked.

"Ah yeah, the rest of the students are looking for ya."

"What?" We all shouted. Isn't this the entrance hall?

"Yeah we've all been waiting in the entrance hall for the rest of you guys to show up. After about 10 minutes they sent me out to search. This place is pretty dangerous, and we wanted to see if there are students here not corpses."

"Then what the fuck have we been standing in front of the whole time! Wasting my time with this bullshit! You dumbass," Yelled Natasha flailing her arms in the air. Were all high strong but there's no need to yell and certainly no need to use such foul language.

"I'm not a dumbass."

"Take us to the entrance hall now!"

"Fuckin bitch." Austin muttered under his breath. "Now if everyone will follow me, you'll meet the rest of the class." Said Austin as he already started to walk off.

Everyone left to follow him 'well in Adio's case limped while Wyatt helped carry him' as I stared down the hallway. What did he mean by dangerous and corpses? Are there things here that could kill us? Are we gonna die? How did I get here? I was supposed to be at Hopes Peak not this place claiming to be Hopes Peak!

This isn't good. This isn't good! Huff Gotta calm down! Gotta calm down! Huff. Huff, Rose, Lily, Jasmine, Wildflower, Huff, Huff, Petunia, Daffodil. Huff. Huff. Bluebell. Huff. I'm good. I'm good. Everything is fine. Ah man their almost all the way down the hallway.

As I run down the corridor trying to catch up with everyone as I go to meet the rest of my classmates and get some answers, I couldn't help but wonder, what is this place and what answers will I get.

TRANSLATIONS:

(Feel free to correct me)

Puerto Rican/Spanish: A mí, plín / I don't give a hoot.

Puerto Rican/Spanish: Así es la cosa / 'That's that.' It is how it is, whether we like it or not.

Puerto Rican/Spanish: Broki / Buddy

Dutch: Eerlijk gezegd zou het je hebben gedood om op tijd op te komen! Tijd is geld en ik ben ook niet van plan om te verspillen. / Honestly would it kill you to show up on time! Time is money and I have no plans to waste either.

Dutch: "Ik zei. Zou het je hebben gedood om op tijd op te komen. Tijd is geld en ik ben ook niet van plan om te verspillen. / I said. Would it have killed you to show up on time?! Time is money. I have no plans to waste either." Broken up and sloppy like talking to someone who doesn't understand and/or is very stupid.

Patios/Jamican: Whaa Gwaan / What's up