II
The world becomes more apparent as my eyes slowly open. I grow more into awareness. My mind begins to forget my dreams from the previous night. I am awake.
Today's the day.
My morning starts by doing typical morning things. I go to the stream and wash up, put on my spare set of clothes (a T-shirt, a long cardigan-vest, leggings, my boots, and a my mom's necklace with two dolphins), brush my teeth, comb and re-braid my dirty blonde hair down into two braids that lay softly on my shoulders, eat some breakfast (which right now only contains some deer meat that I got out of a garbage can), put on my crocheted beret (as my mother called it, but I like to call it a sack hat) and headed out the door.
Does the school seem bigger today, or is it just me? It towers above my head, like a giant monster or something.
I'm definitely not doing what I was planning to do last night. My head hangs low, my hands stay in my pocket. Can I really do this?
Come on Juliet, you can do it, the dolphins whisper soothingly.
They're right. I can.
Trudging up to the stairs, I immediately notice a poster.
Welcome, newcomers!
Enroll in at Death Weapon Meister Academy now!
Go into the main office and talk to our secretary, Blair.
To be quite honest, I didn't expect some big welcome poster. Maybe they'll be a bit friendlier then I thought. Let's hope.
I walk in and there's a blue sign pointing down a hallway that says MAIN OFFICE.
Looking past the sign, I see students, lots of them. They are all to busy chatting with their friends to notice me, not that I want attention, though. All of them look so happy. These students are obviously happy in this school. Maybe I will be too.
I try to get to the main office before any person sees me. Edging gingerly along the wall, I head down the hallway. The halls are packed.
Holy Death! How many freaking people go to this school?!
After I finally reach the main office, I open the door as carefully as possible, trying not to burst into a nervous breakdown.
A gorgeous, friendly-looking lady sits calmly at the front desk. She has a pretty nice body, I might add. The only thing that's kind of distracting though is the fact that her boobs barely fit into her black blouse. Otherwise, she has long purple hair that curls into perfect swirls around her shoulders. She also has big, golden cat eyes. Her mouth is shaped into an amazing smile.
"Hello! What can I do for you today, Girly?" she greets.
"Um…I, uh….want to enroll please," I say shyly.
She stares at me, still smiling. "Okay, that's fine. I'll just have to take you to Dr. Stein and Lord Death for some questions. No need to be shy. After you've been approved, I'll give you the right paperwork and you can start on Monday!"
Approved? What would I need to be approved for?! Okay, freaking out…again.
"Oh, um…okay."
"Okay, let's get going! Oh, I forgot to ask your name, Girly."
"Juliet, Miss."
"Juliet? That's a beautiful name! Oh, you don't have to go and do all that "Miss" business. Just call me Blair."
You see, Blair is one of those people who are really nice and you like to be around. I haven't found one of those people in a while, so this makes me a bit calmer.
She leads me to this room toward the back of the office. It's small, almost like a storage closet, which I'm guessing it is.
"I'm sorry, and I don't mean to be rude, but why are we in a storage closet?"
"Gender check," she says, smirking.
Gender check. Wait, what?!
"I'm sorry, but I—," she cuts me off.
"It's fine. It'll all be over before you know it," she cheers, ripping off my vest.
What the hell kind of school is this?
"Yeah, I don't really think this is a good idea—." There goes my hat.
I run for the door. Locked.
"I know this looks like rape, but it really isn't," she informs me.
"Then what the hell is it?" I shout. The first time I have shouted in a long time (not counting the Medusa encounter).
She unbuttons my shirt and tears it off in a swift move, exposing the bra that covers my A-cup chest.
"Like I said: gender check. I have to make sure you're a girl," she whispers calmly, still happy as ever. She lays me on the ground, tugging off my leather boots. I struggle to get back up, but she has me pinned.
"Why? I can assure you, I'm a girl!" I say. Dear Death, am I being raped?
"We just have to be sure." She says, still smirking. Her hands move to my leggings. I try to fight her, but she's as strong as a bear.
"Oh, calm down. I'm interested in men, not women. Actually, I'm kind of interested in both, but if I had to choose one, it would be men, so calm down."
I feel like that was supposed to make me feel better, but it honestly didn't. I guess I'll just have to sit here in my underwear while she looks at my…parts.
She rolls me over and unhooks my bra. Now my chest is exposed. She rolls me back over.
"Okay, for one, you are small. Terribly small, but they're there, which is all that matters. So you get…I'd say a B on the chest."
What the hell? She's grading me on my boobs? If I had any…
Once I think that I notice HER boobs are hovering over my face. Wait, is she naked?! I'm honestly scared.
"Okay, last one," she whispers. Off go my underwear.
I feel so exposed. This is going to scar me for life.
"Okay, I see that you are a girl. Good job, Juliet! I'll give your vagina a B+!" she cheers, as if I'm 5 years old. "You can put your clothes on." Thank Death.
I stand up as quickly as possible. Then I realize something. She IS naked.
"Why the hell are you naked?!"
"It makes everything more fun!" she joyfully says. "Anyway, put your clothes on—," someone opens the door. I dive for a tarp in the corner and cover myself in what seems to be a millisecond.
"Blair, are you in here?" says a man with red hair and a suit. He's looking directly at her, staring. Pervert, I think.
"Oh, hey Spirit!" She cheeps, and if it's normal for her to be completely naked.
"Oh, h-hey Bl…" his voice trails off as he stares. Mr., I know what you're staring at!
"This is Juliet!" She points to me, who is hiding in the corner, tarp draped over my body.
His attention turns toward me. "Well, I guess they don't call you Juliet for nothing. You're beautiful! Just like my Maka!" Maka?
"Thanks." I say through my teeth. Does he not realize I'm freaking naked? Blair notices that I'm still naked, but she doesn't seem to care about herself.
"Um, Spirit," she jerks her head toward me.
"Oh, right," he realizes. His head turns back toward Blair. He stares at her for about fifteen more seconds (which seemed like fifteen minutes) when Blair finally says, "Spirit?"
"Oh, yeah!" he says, face red, and races out of the doorway.
Okay, I'm just going to say this. That was the most uncomfortable, scarring thing I have ever had to do in my life. That was honestly the closest thing to sex I've had in my life, and so far, I don't freaking like it! That's right! I'm a virgin, what do you expect? I'm 14!
"Alrighty, you can go ahead and put on your clothes, Girly," she says. "I think he's gone."
I glare at the window on the door. Nope.
Blair sees me staring at the door. "God dammit, Death Scythe!" she snaps. He runs away this time. "Okay, Juliet. I think you're clear."
I put on all of my clothes, one by one. Blair notices my necklace, which I'm surprised she didn't notice while she was taking away the small piece of innocence I had left.
"That's a beautiful necklace. Where did you find it?"
Once I'm done dressing, I say, "It was my mother's."
Scooping up her own clothes, she says, "She must've been pretty gorgeous then."
Mom was the most beautiful woman in the village. She had long dirty blonde hair, kind of like mine, that was always kept in a straight braid down her back She had big sea-colored eyes and she was always smiling for no reason, just to be nice and make people happy. And there was this blue sun dress that she always used to wear in the summer. Everyone loved her, especially me.
"Yeah, I guess so," I mumble, trying to hold back tears. My mom is dead. I don't like to think too much about her.
"Are you okay, Hon?" as if she's reading my mind.
"Uh, huh."
"Okay, just making sure."
Blair is a nice person, but she's pretty freaking perverted. Who the hell holds teenagers down for a "gender check"? Couldn't she have just asked me politely to take down my pants and check? (Okay, I guess there's not a real way to say that without it sounding weird.)
"Alright, ready to go see Lord Death?"
I sigh, "Yep."
"Let's get going then!" she says after a giggle.