Chapter 1: Welcome to Hell
I'm not a troubled kid, I swear, I'm just exceedingly unlucky. No matter what I'm doing I can find a way to fuck things up. Even my relationships with my parents are terrible. I don't think that they really care for me, but when the headmaster at the public school told them that they thought I'd do better at the academy for rich, troubled kids they barely blinked an eye, and that's how I ended up here. Alone, standing in front of the massive, black, wrought iron gates, trying to hold down vomit as I gaze upon the perfectly manicured lawn.
Whatever, I thought, I guess I should just head in and get this over with. With a small push the gates swung open, emitting a screech that seemed as though it could burst your eardrums. Nervously I bit my bottom lip and stepped into school grounds. Almost immediately the gates started swinging closed again and I had to step forward hastily to avoid being hit by them. Without pausing again I walked down the path towards the biggest building I could see.
The building was a huge, white, marble building complete with Greek-like columns whose tops were as far away as the clouds on Sanfransico mornings. Surprisingly, there were no doors into the building, simply a curtain of golden fabric that hung there limply. Astonishingly, I wasn't even the slightest bit nervous as I strode towards the doorway and pushed back the curtain feeling the fabric slide through my fingers like the silk covers on my mothers bed.
Inside the building was well lit, bathed in a gentle yellow-white light. The walls were covered in pictures that looked like people slaying monsters. There was one that contained a guy sitting on a palace chair, which, was weird because the guy looked exactly like my dad. The room itself had no other furniture except a small table and two leather chairs that looked ridiculously squishy. Not feeling much like standing I sank into the closest chair both hearing and feeling the air rushing out of the cushion on the chair.
After about two minutes a guy, with a seriously long beard that reminded me of the Dumbledore guy my sister Bianca was always going on about, swept into the room airily. He glanced at me revealing peircing, sky blue eyes before he sunk into the remaining chair gratefully.
"So, I take it that your Nico de Angelo." He started.
"Unfortunately," I replied rather bitterly not trying to hold back my dislike for the place. He pretended not to notice.
"I have your classes here and I can assign someone to show you around if you'd like." He said pulling out a folded up piece of paper.
"Thanks, but I think I've got it." I told him, trying not to come across as disrespectful as I took the folded up piece of paper.
"Alright, but don't hesite to ask anyone a question." He stated over his shoulder as he quickly left the room.
Okay, that was a little strange, but okay, you'll be okay Nico. You. Will. Be. Okay.
Shaking my head a to clear my doubt I left the room and glanced at the paper to see where I should head. The slip said my first class of the day was history. Groaning inwardly I debated skipping it, after all I just got here, but decided against it because this could be a good opportunity to meet new people. Maybe here I could even have friends, after all we were are "troubled", and rich too.
That thought in my head I set off towards a map looking thing on the side of a building. It was indeed a map and it showed exactly how large the 100 acre campus was. Luckily, the "You Are Here" dot was very close to the history building and took me almost no time to find it. It too, like all the other buildings were Greek-like in architecture, but held modern furniture.
There was only one class going on so I peeked my head in cautiously. Inside a boy with jet-black hair and green eyes was arguing with a blonde hair girl with grey eyes while the rest of the class watched them like they were a drama on TV. The rest of the class consisted of a tall, blonde guy who was very tan, a small petit girl with green hair (obviously dyed), a boy with a baby face and a girl with curly dark brown hair. In the back a trio of students sat the girl and one of the boys holding hands, and the other tinkering with some gears.
Awkwardly I snuck in and sat down, not seeing a teacher anywhere. I wonder if she's out of the room for some reason, I thought. Then, a strict looking woman strolled in and the class immediately snapped to attention. I guess she's not someone to be messed with.
"Class," she began, "we have a new student joining us now please welcome him."
Confused the class glanced around the room until each of their eyes settled on me. Each one offered a small smile or a twitch of their hand I can only assume was supposed to be a wave. Then, just as soon as they saw me they turned around and forgot about me. Not that I minded really, but I gave up on trying to make friends.
The rest of class flew by quickly, as did lunch, and my other classes. Heading to the dorms I found room 146 and flopped down on the unoccupied bed. Thinking to myself, this is living hell. Next thing I knew I was in a deep restful sleep.
So, this is my first try ever at writing fanfiction. I hope it's not to horrible. Also, if you have any suggestions or things I can improve on please feel free to tell me.