A/N: So this is my first fanfiction! This is purely experimental, so I have no idea how far I'll actually get with this or even how I expect this plot to go. So whilst updates will most likely be very inconsistent, please enjoy whatever I manage to upload! I'm entirely open to any thoughts and criticisms anyone might have on my writing ^^ Thanks for reading!
Prologue:
Hope's Peak Academy.
The school where those who graduate are guaranteed success in life. Where those who have talent are exclusively sought out to attend. Where I'm going to be attending starting today as a student of its 78th class.
I stare it down guardedly. It certainly is impressive up close, with its tall, refined brick buildings reaching up into the sky. As of right now, the gates in front of me are the only obstacle blocking my entrance into the school grounds. That can be remedied quite simply, but I don't want to remove that obstacle just yet. For just a while longer I'm content standing on the other side of the barrier. I'm not nervous to enter this new world; it's just strange to leave my old one.
It's only when I start wondering why I decided to do this again that I figure I should start walking forwards. I'd already come this far and I'd told myself back when I accepted this offer that thinking too much about it would achieve little else but hindering myself. Placing step after step towards the gate silences my reluctant thoughts. I'm not turning back now. That would be pointless.
The pristine, metal gate opens to a push from my gloved hand with ease and I continue moving my feet forward in a standard pace. For such a large, imposing school positioned right at the heart of a big city, it's currently very quiet. Not that I'm complaining. It basks in its solitude, surrounded by a solid thicket of evergreens that almost disconnects it from the entirety of the civilisation encircling it.
I survey the area as I close the distance between me and the building. Considering that I'm here an hour early, it's no surprise that there's yet to be any signs of other students. Even so, surely the place is open at this time. There'll most likely be some kind of preparations for orientation going on. As long as I don't get in the way of that, it shouldn't be a problem for me to walk in this early. I don't imagine they'll mind me exploring the school in the time I have before the meeting for all new students either. I finish contemplating my plan of action just as I reach the main door. Next to it, elaborate gold lettering protruding from a marble slate declares the room in front of me the main hall. So this is where I need to be for the meeting at 8am. I don't bother standing around like I did at the front gates, testing the door handle without delay and electing to find a different way in should it not open. Plan B turns out to be unnecessary, however, the handle sounding out a click to allow me entrance.
It's undoubtedly the grandest building I've ever been in, as if the external appearance wasn't enough to tell me that. The main hall presents itself with pride and elegance, reaffirming my beliefs that it's going to take a long time to get used to living here. Similar to outside, it's also devoid of people in here. After performing a brief scan of the room, a noticeboard that I spot a few feet away lures me in with the prospect of new information. I begin to make my way over.
The room swirls the second my hand leaves the door handle. Not just the room, everything swirls. Then, once my brain has decided that I'm dizzy enough, everything goes from swirling to darkness and I pass out.