Prologue: The Extraordinary Transfer
The silver moon hung in the indigo night sky, turning everything below silver. The white, painted walls of the private school almost looked ghostly in the light. It was almost midnight, yet not all the teachers had left their workplace. Down the star-filled sky were several teachers, arguing as if they were school children.
"I still can't believe it." A dark brown haired teacher grumbled, his words almost a snarl. "Thunder dorm has always won and they always will be."
"Oh, honestly, Tailor-" A handsome reddish brown haired man rolled his eyes. He would have been quite attractive had he not been a science teacher.
But then again, the dark brown haired man called Tailor taught math, a subject that students seemed to hate to the degree of posting dozens of complaints on Facebook.
"-give other dorms some chances."
"Thunder dorm has always won as long as I remember," Tailor growled like a dog.
"Well, looks like the record is not going to hold." The science teacher shrugged.
"We all take turns. Thunder dorm will gradually win again," said a dusky brown haired woman.
Though they were teachers, it was clear they were very partial to their dorms in their younger days.
"Hey!"
A shockingly fiery red haired man shook his hand in greetings. His hair was a mess, but his eyes twinkled brightly.
"Radley!" The woman called back.
"Hey, Madge!" Radley grinned. "Guys, I know things are a bit tense with dorms right now, but there's no need for you guys to be so competitive. I mean, we're teachers!"
"I guess you're right," Tailor grumbled yet again.
-Principal's Office-
A very old, gray-haired woman stood in her office, the glass walls letting moonlight through. Streaks of white hair tinted her hair. The kids must be all sleeping in their dorms now. A short dark brown woman with some documents in her hand softly knocked then entered without waiting for an answer.
"How are the teachers?" asked the old woman.
The young woman walked and stood next to her. Moonlight shone across the tidy principal room. On the wooden, oak desk was a single black label with shiny, golden letters that read 'Barbara Sampson'.
"They're arguing like little kids as always," she replied.
Affection tinged her voice.
"Thunder dorm has always won as long as I remember," Barbara sighed.
"I know you are partial to Thunder dorm, too, but all the other dorms are really same." The younger woman reassured.
"I know, Sabina. I know." Then the principal glanced at the administrative assistant and noticed the papers in her hand. "What is that?"
"A transfer student," Sabina answered, "We have a kid from Twoleg District."
"Twoleg District?" Babara frowned, "But would the Starr kids take it nicely?"
"The kids in the Twoleg District may lack in grades and finances, but they do not differ much from the kids in Starr District."
Sabina's beautiful amber eyes shone. She leaned farther to the glass walls, letting moonlight reveal the papers she was holding. A small, rectangle-shaped photo of a fiery red haired boy with brilliant green eyes was revealed. Barbara Sampson glanced down at the transfer documents.
"Felix Hale. I wonder which dorm he would go into."
-Characters-
Barbara Sampson: Principal.
Sabina Lacey: Administrative Assistant.
Tailor Cale: Board of Education. Math.
Oak Sampson: Board of Education. Science.
Madge Farr: Athletic Director. PE.
Felix Hale
