Today was the day. The day things finally went my way. Finally, as if the world had its head hung low as if to apologize to me, I got accepted into one of the most prestigious schools on Earth: Hope's Peak Academy.
This school isn't like most others. Well, I guess that's sort of wrong. This is a sister school, the first Hope's Peak was built all the way in Japan. It was sort of strange to see it have another sect of it all the way in the Yukon in Canada, but for all of North America, it was a great honor and privilege for it to step foot in our continent. To see such a large and fancy looking building between a couple of mountains and old wooden buildings was an odd sight, but it isn't bad at all. To be honest, I kind of like the seclusion.
Anyways, the reason this school is so great is because graduating from this school leads to certain success in life. This might sound like a bit of an exaggeration, but believe me, it isn't. This is true because of the students who are in the school. They have to meet two requirements before being accepted…
"You must currently be a high school student."
"You must be the best in your respective field of expertise."
Though just meeting those requirements may sound easy, it's not. Hope's Peak doesn't accept applications, transfers, or even hold entrance exams. The students are scouted and accepted by invitation only. Beyond the doors of this school I stand before are the best of the best. The cream of the crop. How did I get in, you might ask? What is my specialty? Well, it's kind of embarrassing. And a little shameful, I might add. I hope you don't mind if I keep it to myself for now. Besides, I can't exactly tell you what I excel in if you don't even know my name, right?
My name is Nathan McMillon. But I prefer Nate. I am a freshman enrolled at Hope's Peak academy. My dream of accomplishing something as big as this has become true. All I needed to do was take a few steps and open the door. I shivered while gazing at the outside of the school, and not because of the freezing cold wind, but they were shivers that ran down my back. The building, no, to call it a building would be insulting. The castle, instead, was probably the most intimidating work of architecture I had ever gazed upon. I stumbled up the steps, and my hands shook when turning the handle of the door.
That door that would seal not only the world outside, but also my fate.