"What's a girl doing here?"
"Yeah, I thought girls can't be reapers?"
"Maybe she's just lost."
The whispers lingered in the hallways. Their source, the students of the Grimm Reaper Academy, all of whom, are male. Their comments didn't faze young girl sitting in front of the door to the director's office. She ignored them and doodled in a drawing notebook. To the male students of the school, it was a surprize to even see a girl in the pearl white hallway. Not to mention, she was looked pretty intimidating. A violet dress with silver flowers went down to her knees, but it was ripped like she teared it on purpose and her hair was almost her body length and was pitch black with silver highlights. She wasn't wearing any glasses, but had the yellow-green eye color of a reaper, which confused most passing by. Sighing and looking up from her now finished drawing of a meadow, she decided to listen to the conversation going on in the office. It was about her anyways.
"I will not have a girl here distracting my dear sweetheart Will!" a high pitched voice protested.
"I'm not your sweetheart. I suggest we give her a try because it could cause a major breakthrough in the reaper community," a serious voice responded.
"Yes Grell, in this situation, in fact, in any situation, your opinion doesn't matter," the director started, "and I agree with Will. Although, there are problems that are likely to occur, I am willing to give the young girl a try."
"But, director!" Grell cried.
"Will, bring the girl in and Grell, try not to be, well, yourself, please."
The girl quickly went back to drawing as the man named Will opened the door. He was a tall man with short, tidy, black hair and wearing a tux. He fixed his square glasses and then looked at her and said, "You can come in now Miss,"
The girl quickly closed the stetchbook and followed Will into the office. There was a person standing against the wall next to the desk. He had long, blood red hair and was practically wearing red. His face was hidden by his hair at the moment, but he looked upset with his arms crossed. The director was an ordinary looking person like Will, with brown, tidy hair, a tan ux and black, round glasses. He had a big, warm smile on his face and his hands were on top of each other on the desktop.
"Welcome, young Miss. I am the director here. What's your name?" The girl was extremely happy to be there and couldn't help but smile and look how she felt.
"My name is Ebony Hayfeather, Mr. Director, sir!" she curstied.
"Well, Ebony, we thought about it, and we are willing to give you a chance here." Then he noticed something strange about Ebony. "Why dear, can you even see without your glasses?"
Ebony was puzzled at why they all looked at her strangely.
"I don't need glasses, I've got perfect eyesight."
Now she was even more confused about why the three people in the room were all astounded.
"Well, um, there are some things we need to discuss, so why don't you take a seat." Ebony moved and sat down in the chair in front of her facing the desk.
"We will provide you an individual dorm room with a bathroom, so you don't have to worry about those kind of issues. And we will give you the same uniform as the rest of the school because we have an entirely male school, so, you know, skirts and tightish shirts may be distracting. Also, it would be appreciated and proper for you to wear glasses, since it is a Grimm Reaper thing. We will have a pair of fake student glasses given to you. Lastly, if you have any questions, problems, or need something, don't be afraid to look for one of these two."
Ebony tilted her head to the left and closed her eyes with a big smile. "No problem! Thanks Director! I'll make the school proud!"
"Good! Will and Grell, why don't you show the girl to her room."
"No!" The man leaning against the wall said rather dramatically. He was holding his head like he was fainting. "I refuse to allow a girl into the school!" Then he pulled out a big red chainsaw out of nowhere and pointed it at Ebony. A wicked grin spread grin spread across his slender face. "I'll paint her the color of stunning red!"
Ebony wasn't scared at all, in fact, she turned to face Grell, clasped her hands behind her back, and smiled at him. "Go ahead,"she spoke clamly, "I absolutly love the color red. At this comment, Grell didn't know what to do. Just then, Will kicked him into the wall, damaging both Grell's face and wall in the proceromss. He took the chainsaw from his hurt colleague.
"I don't have to demote you to safety scissors again, do I?" he said, fixing his glasses. Grell was all of sudden better and was crying and begging on his knees to Will.
"Oh please, no! I hated those blasted things! It was so very hard to work with them! I'll be good, promise! I won't kill her or fail her in anything! I'll do anything! Just please, don't take away my chainsaw!"
Ebony couldn't help but laugh histarically at the scene and held her hand over her mouth to muffle herself.
"I'll hold onto it for now. You can have it back when you need it," the director butted in. Will then put Grell's chainsaw on the director's table, and turned to Ebony.
"Come on, Miss Ebony, shall we get going," Will said, opening the door for her.
"Oh, yes," she answered walking out the door. She stopped before walking out completly and poked her head. "Bye director! Thanks for everything!" Then all three of them, Ebony, Will, and Grell (who was very, very upset) walked into the perfectly clean white hallway.