"As me and Pit walked down the hall, we passed by Marth. He was walking and reading a book at the same time. Typical. Marth was a "straight A student," and never missed the chance to study. Marth turned as I walked by, and gave me a hard stare before returning to his book. I ignored him, slightly confused. Soon, Me and Pit arrived at homeroom. We took our seats next to each other at our desks. A girl with a long blonde ponytail and tall black boots stepped into the classroom. She was tall, and she looked like she was ready to punch someone. She scanned the room briefly, then gave an irritated roll of her icy blue eyes before taking the seat next to Pit. She retrieved an iPhone and a pair of earbuds from her bag, putting only one bud in her left ear.
"Hey there, miss! What's your name?" Pit said. As previously stated, Pit is probably the most social person ever.
She looked at him sideways and said, "What does it matter to you? We've got another six hours of torture before we can go home. Why waste your energy trying to remember people's names?"
"Well, I don't think school is torture, and I only asked for your name."
"If you need to know, it's Samus. Now don't talk to me." She stuffed the other bud into her ear, clearly through talking. I snickered, but quickly silenced myself as our teacher entered the room. There were a few quiet gasps as she walked up to the front of the room. She had a white ruffled shirt with a red collar, and a long black skirt the skimmed the ground. Her hair was the same length of her skirt, coming down to the back of her knees. And it was bright green. Samus took her earbuds out of her ears.
"Good morning, class," she said, and the air almost shimmered with the wisdom in her voice. Her forest green eyes swept across the room, looking over all of the students.
Hold on. Something's wrong, I thought. Then I realized the problem.
Pit wasn't talking. He hadn't said a word since Palutena had entered the classroom. Normally, he'd be standing on top of his desk, announcing everything regarding himself. Now, it was if someone had hot-glued his mouth shut.
"I'm Palutena, but you can call me Lady Palutena if you'd like. I'm quite honored to be able to teach this class," our teacher said as she turned to the projector. Pit's mouth stayed calmly shut. As I studied him closer from my chair, I realized that even over this summer, he'd been maturing, but I hadn't noticed. I wondered what those short few months had done for other people.
"Hey," Samus said, giving Pit a poke. "You were set on talking your mouth off only a couple of seconds ago. What's the holdup?"
"I could say the same for you," I told her. "Were you not just acting like you had nothing to do with the world?" Her response was cut off by Lady Palutena turning on the projector.
"Marth, can you shut off the lights, please?"
"Sure thing, Lady Palutena," Marth said, and flicked the light switch. Instantly the entire room was dimmed. Lady Palutena hoisted herself up onto the front of her desk, crossing one leg over the other, and folding her hands over her knees.
"I could tell you about all of your classes and schedules, but that would be boring. So, I'll start with the major change in your curriculum." She clicked the arrow button on her laptop, and the projector changed photos. There on the wall was our school's logo: A large, glass-like sphere, with vivid rainbow colors splashed across it. One thick, transparent black line sliced through the middle of the orb, and a thinner one cut down from the top to the bottom on the left side.
"Your gym class won't be the kind of class that you're used to," Lady Palutena started. "You are here because you qualified for this certain class. During gym, every day, you will be taught the intense, yet very fun, art of smashing." This was it. The reason why getting into this school was considered nearly impossible.
I don't know how they find it, but apparently the teachers at this school can sense a faint pulse of aura around special people. When the aura is strong enough, the students start going to school here, at "School of Brawl." Everyone at my old school was shocked when Pit, Sheik, and I told them we were attending this school next fall. The three of us were a little confused at why all of our classmates were so stunned. It's not like it was hard to get in. At least, not for us. We were doing what we normally did, when suddenly, BAM! You got invited to the cool kid school. Have fun!
"You all have already found your special abilities, such as using magic, or a sword, or in rare cases, melee combat," Lady Palutena continued. "School of Brawl is where we accept these rare abilities and help you to temper them into useful and enjoyable tools. So, that is all I can say about the basics. But, at the end of this year, to celebrate the beautiful progress that I know each of you students will make, we will have a Smash Tournament. Other than this, your classes will remain normal. Any questions?"
No one raised their hands, and soon the bell rang. As me and Pit passed by Lady Palutena, Pit stopped and said what he hadn't said in the middle of class.
"I'm Pit, and it's a genuine pleasure to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you, too," she replied with a smile. "I was quite interested in you when I received your application form. I look forward to seeing great work from you in the future. Now hurry along, you don't want to be late."
"Okay!" Pit said then took off down the hall to ACE. I gave a half shrug to Lady Palutena, then started down the stairs to art.