"Huh... Where am I?..."
Is that... The sea I'm hearing?
The waves are crashing up and down onto something... I wonder what this is...
I got up, until I realized something...
"High Heels...?"
I never wore High Heels. No matter whatever the circumstances, I hated them. I don't know how people can bear wearing them. But then again, it isn't the face that I'm wearing High Heels that's the problem...
"... This hood... I never remember wearing this... "
"Cat ears on the hood?... And when did I start wearing a skirt?..."
Nor was the fact I was wearing clothes that I never wore before was the problem...
"Orange?..."
Nor was the fact I don't remember cutting and dying my hair the problem... I used to have long white hair...
However... The main problem got into my head after a few minutes...
It's the fact that when I got up, I woke up to see that I'm in middle of a ocean on a ship. I don't remember why I am on this ship in the first place...
"Whaa... EHHHHHHHHHH?!"
I heard someone next to me. I came over there to see that a person dressed in a bomber jacket start shouting. He saw me and ran towards me with a panicked look.
When he started getting closer to me, his face suddenly looked calmer then before.
"Hey, Kitten, did I die and go to heaven?"
I was a little shocked from his remark.
"Uhh... Do you know where we even are? How could you even be saying that in a time like thi-"
This guy wasn't ordinary from what I saw. The guy had an leather helmet with goggles on top of them. He also had a red scarf. He looked almost like someone from a World War one movie... What was the word?... Pivet... Pilet... Oh!
Before he said something, I quickly added, "Are.. are you a pilot?"
The guy, who had red hair coming out from every side of his helmet, replied,
"How'd you guess? Was it the goggles? You know these are the same goggles I used to go fly through the pacific ocean!"
... "What did you say?..."
I stared at him with disbelief. There had to be no way. He was already underaged to be a pilot in the first place, but flying over an entire ocean? This kid had to be lying!
He replied, "Yeah, crazy, huh? That was my ticket to Hope Academy in the first place!"
Hope Academy...?
Hope Academy... Hope Academy-Hope Academy-Hope-Hope-Hop...
Hope's Academy. It was THE Academy for people that were unique...
And for some reason, I remember standing in the gates...
Was I accepted there once? Why was I there? If I was... For what?
There had to be some sort of "Super Duper High School..."
Wait... What did I just say?
"Super Duper?"... That sounds so cheesy it's not even funny.
However... Super Duper... Super Duper?
"Super... Duper...?"
The words slipped out of my mouth without me even willing to say it.
My newfound pilot friend shouted "Oh, I forgot! I'm Super Duper High School Pilot Charlie H. DuMoore!"
"It's... Nice to meet you Charlie... Is there anyone else on this ship?"
The pilot shouted "Yes!... I do! Want me to... Escort you there, miss?" As he extended his arm.
Another voice, deeper then the pilot's voice shouted, "DuMoore! What's taking so long!" As another figure approached us...
It was another student, he was dressed in an apron. He looked like a mess, with burn scars around him.
"Who are you? You look unique just like everyone of us."
Everyone of us? I'm just confused at this point.
"Uhm... Everyone? Could you elaborate? I thought for a second I was the last person on this boat with this bumbling..."
Dumoore replied: "Bumbling idiot, eh? I see how it is... I see." and winked at me. Idiot...
The smith said to me "There's everybody waiting in the main lobby. Let's go there and look!"
When DuMoore and the Smith exited the side balcony, I decided to do some investigating...
Choices: (To be updated!)
How it's going to work: I'll provide whited text in the next page relating with "investigation"
I will show all options in one screen that you can do, and provide an Map during the lobby scene.
It'll be done by 2 weeks. Please wait. Fanfiction projects like this one take a very long time...