The High School Experience
EDITED: Added Nicol and Quatre in this chapter.
Chapter One: Problems...
(Dearka's POV)
I couldn't believe that I was late, on the first day of school, no less! I ran up the stairs in front of the building, only the weren't in front of the building in the true sense. They were on the block in front of the building!
"Stupid dogs! If they didn't chase me around all the time, then I wouldn't be in this situation!" I lamented at anything that could hear, in a twenty foot distance. "And Dad, you're not getting off easy either, buddy!"
Which means in addition to running up a million flight of stairs, I would have to run across the street, through the staff parking lot, up some more stairs, then cross the circle drive, and do a grand sprint the last seventy feet to the entrance doors.
"Can't believe...someone...designed a...place like...this." I said through pants of breath. 'Good thing I am a Coordinator, otherwise I'd have died on the steps.'
Yeah, enough with the dark humor. I made it through the four double doors at the entrance. Quickly, I made my way through the metal detectors... Actually, one of the best things about being late is that there are no annoying people going off when they go through the metal detectors. What concept about metal detectors do they not understand!
"Hey! You need to get to class!" Some one yelled at me.
I did an about face and looked to see an annoyed Treize Kushrenada, wearing a prim and dapper black suit, that made him all the more scary, standing there. I stammered something about dogs and ran off and a wild panic.
"You don't even know where to go, do you!" It was a statement.
I stopped and saw Mr. Kushrenada approach me with a paper. I took it and ran off.
'Man, I missed Homeroom. But I have to go there and get my schedule.' I thought.
I ran down the hall some and then went up some stairs, that you probably wouldn't see if you hadn't been there before. Luckily a friend goes here, or else...what was the expression Yzak used? Oh, yes, boned.
I giggled and then picked up the pace. Before I knew it, the scarlet and beige halls with crimson lockers turned into the Military Science rooms A and B, on the second floor.
Before I could even slow down, a girl with striking red hair and in a horrendous pink dress, and that's really all I saw of her, was in a direct collision course with me.
I can't tell you how beautiful the stars were. Just that they had quite brilliant colors. Within seconds we were assaulted with laughs and reprimands, actually, I was the only one being reprimanded. It was kind of my fault. I stood up quickly and started bowing apologetically.
"You...you...JERK!" The red head screeched.
"You should know better than to run in classrooms like that! Now identify yourself!" Demanded a rude woman with the fiercest expression I've ever seen on her face.
"You did it on purpose, just to humiliate me!" The red head girl shrieked. I ignored her for the scarier woman.
Though, it was a shame she was mean, because she was really pretty, with her dark violet hair cut short and lovely dark brown eyes. And she was dressed in an Earth Alliance uniform, shoot. I started to say something and then I was interrupted by a another woman with short, light brown hair and similar dark brown eyes, also wearing an Alliance uniform. By her looks, she was going to save me from the world of trouble I was already in.
"Now, Natarle..." She chided.
Bingo!
"It was just an accident." She turned to me and asked, "What are you doing here. By your looks just before you knocked over Flay, you were running late, so to speak."
I held back my laughter and answered, "Yes, I am. I was supposed to go to room...224, Le Creuset?"
The reaction for the name, Le Creuset was instantaneous. If that girl was furious before, she was even more so now. The woman identified as Natarle looked even nastier than before, but strangely, it was kind of appealing. And the other woman was still as nice as before, just a little surprised. It still didn't keep me from feeling four inches tall.
"Is there a problem?" I squeaked out.
"A Coordinator bumped into me! A Coordinator bumped into me..." Wailed the red head.
I decided then and there that for the rest of the year, this Flay girl was to be ignored. I turned to the brown haired woman, as she was trying to speak to me.
"No, not really. The room number is actually room 224 B for Captain Le Creuset. This room is 224 A." She said, before pointing to a door which must have lead to the actual room.
She opened the door which actually was like a mini-hallway. Only a lot more cramped. "The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe" seemed, somehow less surreal than it actually was, while going through that closet. I hurriedly made my way to the room, and as I did I could hear the nice brown haired woman scolding Flay for saying something like that.
I smiled, she was very nice compared to the other two... Before I knew it, I had reached room 224 B!
'Finally!' I thought with relief.
One of the worst things about being late is that the people in the class, without fail, will always look at you. There's no getting around it, they have to. I turned away discreetly and blushed. 'Boy I can't wait to get to class.'
I looked around for some form of authority and found him staring at me with distaste. Fully ashamed of being late, I made my way towards him.
I ventured to look at him and before I knew it, I blurted out. "You look like the principle!"
The two looked nearly the same, except Mu had shorter, darker blond hair and wore only black suits. Le Creuset had shoulder-length pale blond with a standard ZAFT uniform.
"My aren't we observant." He retorted, looking at me snidely. "Never mind. Why are you here?"
'Where's the love?' I thought sarcastically. "I am Dearka Elsman and, uh, I am late to homeroom. I need my schedule."
"Dearka..." He said thoughtfully. "You're in this class now anyway, so I'll give you your schedule later. Have a seat."
I took the first seat available...by my friend that is. Two rows across and four seats back, Yzak and I were sitting together. Oh, Athrun were sitting close by. By the look on Yzak's face, they weren't on good terms. 'Aw, here it goes...' I thought as I choked back a laugh.
(Le Creuset's POV)
It would figure that some student would walk into the class, late, just after I got finished giving the standard introductory speech. No matter, he can hear it from his friends.
"Anyway students, I can't begin to impress upon you the strict time limit we have." I said looking around at the class. "The officials at ZAFT expect results, as does Superintendent Duke Dermail... If we don't show them positive results, then this program will be terminated."
I paused for affect. I'd say that the male half was in to it. The female half...the only two girls in it...seemed to...care slightly. Good, the program could survive at this place for a little while at least.
"Are we all interested in investing our time, free or no? ...Good." I said after a minute.
"Let's get the ball rolling, head to the back of the room and get in line! It's time to be fitted for uniforms."
Slowly, but surely, the class made it's way to the back of the room. A thought struck me rather hard.
'There aren't any women's uniforms... This is gonna be good.' I thought as I looked at one of the two girls.
Lacus, I think. Flowing pink hair with kind sapphire eyes in a simple white dress... Oh, look, it looks like she hate this class.
(Lacus' POV)
'No! This class couldn't get anymore nightmarish. There was only one other girl in here, Yzak is staring at me, hard... Dearka is in here, and my only real protection is Athrun... This class couldn't be any worse...'
"Ladies, I regret to inform you, there are no women's uniforms.' Announced Le Creuset.
'Don't scream until class is over... Don't scream until class is over... Don't scream until class is over... Don't scream until class is over...'
"...You'll be stuck in the men's..." He finished belatedly.
"AAAAHHHHHH!" I shrieked.
(Nicol's POV)
"Your first assignment of the year is to write an essay about yourself." Announced the teacher by the name of Miss Catalonia.
She seemed nice enough, although… 'Those eyebrows…' I thought amused. 'Hey, everyone's thinking' it.'
Okay, I felt a little guilty about it, but they were scary as all hell. I mean, what was up with her eyebrows… I remembered belatedly that she was related to Vice Principle Treize and Duke Dermail, and although they had weird looking eyebrows themselves, they looked refine. Her's on the other hand…
I looked at her little pet Quatre, rumors had already been circulating about the two ever since their boisterous greeting. One was that they were involved… I couldn't see it, not unless Quatre whispered something in her ear about getting them waxed or shaved. Dammit, something!
I suddenly became aware that Miss Catalonia was questioning me about something and before I could stop myself… "Those eyebrows." I whispered in an annoyed fashion.
Laughter could be heard around the room as students pointed. Only one person didn't laugh…well, two. Quatre's eyes narrowed in anger and Miss Catalonia's pale face was turning purple. Knowing I was going to be in a lot of trouble, I did what Yzak always told me to do in these situations. Say your peace and then be prepared to take it up the ass from your nemeses.
"My eyebrows?" She prompted irritated and angry.
"They're GREY! And you've got like four of 'em! Why are they grey? EW! Have you not heard of waxing? Hell, you could get a buzz cut… I am sure Quatre would find you more attractive if you did." I said in one long breath.
The room was frozen in complete and utter horror, before they collapsed in laughter of poor Miss Catalonia's humiliation. Before she could say anything else, I spoke in a more relaxed tone and announced my intention to go to the principle's office and whether or not she wanted the essay typed, in an MAL styled format. She nearly shitted herself, as Yzak would say.
In the back of my mind I cursed Yzak to hell.
