AN: Hello everyone! This is Tokushima-san with a story that is crackfiction in the disguise of not-crackfiction. Truly, this is a ridiculous story. The only affiliation it has with Fire Emblem is the fact that Marth, Ike, and Shiida (and some other minor characters) are in it. Also Link from Legend of Zelda is in it. If you don't like OC's then you shouldn't read this because it's from the first person point of view of an OC. It's rated T just to be safe. There isn't really much that could be considered T in here.
Life is a prison. You spend it trapped inside those inhospitable bars made of steel and ice with no escape. Your only exit is to cease living, ending your existence. You cannot exist outside those bars, you can only deteriorate within. There is no such thing as a true escape.
Inherently, that's what I was thinking as I stood there on the concrete path that would lead me down a road I never could have foreseen. After all, the path came to a stop at the tall white building looming in front of me. The intricately carved stone sign sitting next to the building's front doors read "Mr. Stubbs' Academy for Gifted Youth".
Indeed, it was the first day of school, and as a newly accepted student entering junior year at this prestigious academy, I can say I was definitely not looking forward to the prospect of being around so many potentially dumb people. Of course, everyone here had been accepted for being some kind of "prodigy"-of-sorts, but that didn't mean they weren't stupid. In fact, I firmly believed that most teenagers with a bit of talent wasted it doing irresponsibly stupid stuff. Thus, I could hardly be any less excited when I received news that I had been offered a scholarship to this academy for my final two years of high school. But there I was, taking in the allegedly impressive boarding academy before me, dreading the future year to come. In fact, the only reason I decided to go to this school was so I could see Senpai more often.
Senpai, otherwise known by her officially recognized name Corinne Tomlinson, was a year above me in school. We'd been friends for quite a while, and we hung out almost every week during the summer, so she steadily became the friend I'd most want to go to school with. So, in truth, there really wasn't any other particular reason I decided to come here. In my mind, all schools were the same- boring, tedious, and full of annoying people. Although, I couldn't deny the appeal that Mr. Stubbs' Academy for Gifted Youth held for many other aspiring young dreamers. The tuition wasn't bad, considering the fact that it was a boarding school, and classes were specifically designed to help students in their fields of expertise. Kids who graduated from this school were more likely to be scouted by big companies, sports teams, and most commonly, colleges offering scholarships.
Still, none of that really appealed to me. I thought everything was boring, and wasn't too confident that I'd find a career that I'd actually enjoy, let alone tolerate. I lost interest in things far too easily. Even things I did enjoy doing, such as writing stories, were difficult for me to concentrate on, so I just considered myself too pathetic to have a real future anyway.
In any case, the only thing I could do was move forward. With a loud sigh of reluctance, I walked right up to the doors and pulled them open, stepping inside. The light blinded me temporarily, like a scene from Ouran High School Host Club, except I didn't break a vase, and hopefully could make it through the day without coming into any major debt.
I took a look around. It was… bland.
"The future sure is looking bleak," I mumbled under my breath. Basically, it looked like a normal high school on the inside, contrary to its elaborate high-status-façade. Front office, halls leading in random directions, white tile flooring and ugly-blue carpet, lockers lining the walls, you name it. The only hope I had was that I'd actually get a top locker for the first time in my life.
"Heyo," said a very familiar voice beside me. Startled, I jumped a bit and caught my breath as I turned to face Senpai. "How are you finding your new school?" She smiled at me, and as expected, she was pulling off her regular look. That is, a t-shirt, jeans, black high-top converse, and hair undone. She had shoulder length dark-blonde hair, brown eyes, wore glasses, and was just an inch taller than I, being 5'5".
"Senpai!" I said enthusiastically, my expression brightening when I saw her. "It's so nice to see you! Seriously, this place is awful…"
Senpai snorted in amusement at my response. "Aren't you overreacting just a bit? I mean, sure this place is strict and all but it could be worse. What's so bad about it anyway, Mattiah?"
I suppose I didn't properly introduce myself before, but you probably figured out my name is Mattiah. Mattiah Baker, that is, a 5'4" girl with gross-blonde hair kept back in a ponytail and sandy ocean-floor-blue eyes. So far I'd lived 16 years and wasn't excited for the years to come. I only wore jeans, t-shirts, and tennis shoes. The occasional converse would do, but my only pair was quite old and covered in dirt. So tennis shoes it was.
I was cynical, impatient, and it was widely accepted that I was 100% pessimistic. But that was because no-one knew the real me, including myself.
In response to Senpai's question, I shook my head sadly. "Well, for starters, it's so bland. Like, isn't this supposed to be a prestigious academy? I was expecting something more like… say… the White House. But this looks like the Idaho Penitentiary." I sighed again, as sighing just so happened to be my second language. Honestly, it would not be incorrect to assume I sighed after each time I spoke or got up to do something. My sighing predicament had most likely started in 8th grade. One day I'd decided to count how many times I sighed from the time school started until the time it ended. I can't remember the exact number, but it was well over a hundred. Additionally, I'd never truly figured out why I sighed so frequently; I figured it just became my regularly irregular breathing pattern. I didn't want to entertain the thought that the reason might be I always had something wearisome on my mind. Subconsciously though, I always knew wearisome was the perfect word to describe my mental processes.
"And," I continued, "I don't know any of the idiots that go here. You're the only person I know, and we're not even in the same grade…"
"You'll get used to it," Senpai reassured me, patting my head with affection, kind of similar to the way someone pets their cat or dog. "Besides, you'll meet plenty of "idiots" that aren't as idiotic as you might think." It was Senpai's turn to sigh now. "Anyway, life isn't always buttercups and roses; you might as well come to terms with it."
She was probably right. I was just a bit bitter to be an incoming third year when everyone else already knew each other. This was the first time I'd ever transferred into an established group of friends as the so-called "greenie". I wasn't the best at making friends, probably I was better at scaring them away, and I could only wish that someone would take interest in me.
Senpai checked her watch. "Whoops, it's already 7:55, meaning we'd better get to class. Wouldn't want to face the wrath of Mr. Stubbs." She chuckled quietly as if she'd made a funny joke and walked away, disappearing into the swarm of ants who were actually my peers down the hallway.
I haven't even found my locker yet! I protested to myself. I'll have to carry my backpack with me since class starts in five minutes... and I need all the time I can get to find my classroom. Dang.
I shifted my backpack to be more comfortable on my left shoulder and grabbed the schedule from my pocket. My first period class was English, a subject I actually enjoyed. Relatively. After all, even if I liked writing and language, the teacher usually made us do utterly stupid and aimless stuff.
"Room 112, huh?" I read off the paper. "Seems like there's lots of classrooms here." I immediately regretted my decision to skip the back-to-school-night Mr. Stubbs' Academy had held a few weeks back.