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7:15 a.m.
Monday, 6 April 1981
First day of school, Opening ceremony for 1st years
"We at Alistair Academy welcome you first years to school. We hope that you will think of the campus as a home away from home, and its falculty and other students as another family."
The person talking was Principle Carey. He was a simple looking man. Thinning brown hair that had grey roots. His eyes were hidden behind thick rimmed glasses. He was some what pudgy; that being obvious, even as he hide behind the podium.
Catherine sat along with the other 1st years in the auditorium. A lot of them were asleep, while the others were fighting dozing off. Catherine was part of the latter. Carey had that type of voice that put others to sleep.
"So boring," she muttered to herself.
Portia was so lucky. She didn't have to listen to this speech. Her and the other upper years get to skip it, instead getting the first half of the day off.
First day of school started with an opening ceremony which was required for the 1st years to go to. The other years got to skip it. After the ceremony, school started for everyone.
After Carey's speech, students started to wake up.
"Now that that's over," said Mrs. Bravich, the secretary for Carey. "Please go to the table with the first letter of your last name on it and pick up your schedule."
Catherine stood up and looked at the multiple tables lining the right wall of the auditorium. Each table had a letter taped to its front. A... B... C... The tables continued on. Catherine read them until landing on the letter that started her last name. J. There was already a line starting at the table. She rushed to the line as to not be last.
Her turn finally came and she gave the woman at the table her name.
"Catherine Jefferson."
The lady scrolled through the names until reaching Catherine's.
"Jefferson, Catherine. Here you go," said the lady, handing Catherine the paper with a smile.
Catherine took the paper and stepped out of line. She began to read her schedule.
Homeroom... Room 42.
Homeroom started in an hour, so Catherine had time. Best to look around the campus.
8:20 a.m.
Monday, 8 April 2013
First day of school, Campus
June had time before school started. 25 minutes to be exact. She and Peter walked around the campus as 1st years scattered, trying to figure where their classes were.
"How does your schedule look?" asked Peter.
Upper years got their schedule in the mail a week earlier.
"Homeroom is the same. Ms. Lorence," sighed June.
"Ew," replied Peter. "But look..."
Peter pointed to June's schedule and then his, holding the two papers next to each other.
"We have first, second, and fourth period all the same," he pointed out.
"Sweet!" cheered June. She then began to look around. "I wonder where Chris is."
Peter sighed. Suddenly June squeaked in joy.
"There he is. I'm going to go ask him his schedule," she said, running over towards a group of boys.
The group mainly had jocks in them. Big, muscular guys who towered over June. Even Peter, who was quite tall, was short compared to them. In the middle of the group was a handsome boy. A little older than June and Peter. He had short, spikey brown hair and green eyes. His skin was perfectly tanned from being out in the summer sun.
"Hi Chris," greeted June.
Chris smiled and walked over to June. A few of the other boys in the group snickered.
"Hey June," Chris greeted back.
Peter stood behind June, glaring at the guys who stared at her.
"So you like your classes?" asked Chris.
June nodded her head.
"Here, let me see your schedule," said Chris.
June handed him the paper as he took out a folded one from his pocket.
"Looks like we have a few classes together. Science, tracking, and medicine," listed Chris.
Science was 2nd period. Pokemon tracking 4th. And medicine 5th.
"Cool," was all June could say as she took back the paper.
"Nice dress by the way," said Chris.
June was wearing the dress that she tried on with Peter a couple days ago. The compliment on it made June blush.
Peter noticed this and grabbed June's forearm.
"Homeroom is about to start," he said, starting to drag June away.
"Oh," she said.
"Yeah," said Chris. "See you in science."
June waved good-bye and started walking towards homeroom.
"Good thing my homeroom is right beside yours," added Peter. "Or you would never get there on time."
8:45 a.m.
Monday, 4 April 2050
First day of school, Homeroom Room 9
Like always, Easter, Alpha, and Vill all had homeroom together. Nothing new. They were in the same homeroom last year too.
"Hey, Easter," whispered Vill.
He slid a paper over to her.
They sat beside each other, so it wouldn't have been hard to just whisper to each other. But nothing beats an old school letter.
It read... (Vill writing. Easter writing.)
"Hey Easter, What's your first period?"
She scribbled something on it and returned it to him when the teacher turned around.
"Math with Mr. Krew. You?"
"Same."
"How about Alpha?"
When Vill read that he paused. Easter stole a glance at him. He looked upset. Easter wondered if she said something wrong.
Her, Alpha, and Vill had been friends since they were little.
Alpha slid the paper over to Easter.
"Don't know, don't care."
"What's with the attitude?"
"I just don't want to talk about him."
The bell rang to signify that homeroom was over.
"Easter!"
The voice rang through the classroom. Soon the girl was tackled from behind by the tanned boy who called her name.
"Alpha!" she complained as he hugged her/clung to her from behind.
"Alpha, get off of her," snapped Vill.
Vill pulled Easter from Vill's grip.
"No fair," whined Alpha. "Why does Vill get you all to himself?"
They walked out of the classroom as other students began to file in for first period.
"Because she is my girlfriend," said Vill. "Besides we need to get to first."
Vill grabbed Easter's hand and started dragging her towards Krew's room.
"What's your first?" asked Alpha.
"Krew," answered Easter.
Vill's hand squeezed Easter's hand.
"Sweet, my class is right beside his," said Alpha.
The trio continued down the hallway towards class. Alpha cheery. Vill obviously upset. Easter oblivious.
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First battles of the year.
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