A/N:

Hello everyone, now that the SYOC is over, I have fixed this chapter for the official story to begin. Everything has been edited to match the new information. But there may still be some mistakes. I know you are all already expecting several interesting things to begin, and you will recieve them, I promise. I am working on Part 3 of the Prologue so I do hope you stick around for that. Other than that, no new changes have been made to this story. So stick around because the fun is just about to begin.

Morning Hope Academy's

New Semester of Killing

Prologue to Despair

New Semester (Part 1)

"Do you think Lies can change the world? I certainly believe so...especially if a Lie is used instead of the Truth. I mean...what if a Lie begun it's life as the Truth? Like...oh! Like the Phone Game? You Ever play that game as a kid? You're friend whispers in your ear, and then you have to tell someone else. Eventually your last friend gets the message and its not even close to what the first person said? It's like that but well...different.

I honestly believe lies are necessary in our world. Ignorance is Bliss after all...why face Reality and the Truth when you can delude yourself with an Ideal? That's all Ideals are, lies! Of course there are those who will refuse, but...who am I to judge right?

You see...Ideals are interesting too...you spent your life working toward your Ideal world. You want to see yourself as the head of a company, or a famous singer, raking in the dough. You lie to yourself when you fail, saying one of these days your dream becomes true. Next thing you know, you're 35 years old, hairline thining, fat as hell and working drive through at McDonalds! Well...someone has to serve me my french fries right?

No...Ideals are interesting...especially when certain Ideals are masked as Truths. You can push your Ideals onto someone, whisper them into their ears, make it sound like melted sugar...and boom! You're Ideal is now the Truth in another persons mind...but why is that? Why do people push their ideals onto other people?

You wanna know something...religion is also another form of an ideal. Some say God is the only god, but that's ideal to Chritians...some say Buddha is God, and the Reincarnation is real, but that's the ideal of buddhists. Hindus have many gods, but those are their ideals too...one common thing between them though is this. They all push their ideals onto the people. They get faith, and believe in things that might not even be real. So which Ideal is the Truth? Which One is the Lie? Which Ideal is well...Ideal?

Going back to that first question...What if the Lie started off as the Truth? But it became so warped and damaged that it became a Lie? What is a rumor? if Only a Lie starting as the Truth. I mean...someone is Pregnant, and they tell their friend, and people spread it around. Then there are people that want to confirm it, those that don't believe it, and those that are indifferent. Rumors are just Lies that begin with the Truth...so how are Ideals not the same?

I'm not exactly sure myself...my world is quite an interesting one. I wouldn't say it's the ideal world, but I at least have what it takes to face it. The ideal world doesn't exist and it can never exist. For you see...there are over 7 billion people in this world. Our ideals are different, and we delude ourselves with Lies in order to ignore the Truth in front of us. That we are all fighting to survive on this small planet in the middle of space. We're nothing but dust wiped off the palm of God's hand...if he exists that is...it wouldn't be Ideal for me you see...I still haven't faced that Truth, and I just Lie to myself about it. I mean hell...I don't want to admit that I'm scared to die...I'd rather Lie to myself, and wait for someone to invent the cure for Immorality...except everything dies...that's the Truth. Even if I am immortal, eventually the sun will grow too big, all life will die on Earth and the human race will die. Begun by Dust and To Dust it shall return.

I think that's why we lie to ourselves, creating this ideal world in our minds. That's why people write books, with fantasy, magic, elves and stuff...to escape into another reality. That's why music is so imporant, because it's not just a time machine, but also a means to escape this boring reality.

Do you know what this world is? This world is a video game...7 billion people are playing all at the same time, some are dying from the get go, others just take longer to get there. But to me...this game is just boring. It'd rather pull it out and pop in my favorite game...ah...but then that's me living in the Ideal World, and I would just be Lying to mself and deluding the Truth.

So...what do you all think? What is your Ideal? Do you want it to become reality? Do you have the Courage to Face the Truth? Would you Face someone and force your Ideals onto them? Or would you Lie to yourself and live in your own ignorant reality?

Just remember, whatever you answer...it doesn't matter to the next person. They might agree, but even they'll just deny it...because You're Truth is someone else's Lie, and someone else's Lie is another person's Ideal...and well...if we could all have our ideal world, I think I would be sitting at a beach, watching the world crumble around me.

Of course...on the off chance that My Ideal World was created...well good luck bringing back the old one...I doubt you'll succeed. Sometimes you just gotta Confort yourself with a Lie, even if that Lie is actually the Truth. You get what I'm saying?"

xxx

Soft clicking could be heard coming from the dimly lit room. There was only a table lamp, serving as the source of light. The rest of the light was coming from the computer monitor, filling the immediate area with a bright white light. The sound of feverish typing filled the small room for a few moments, before it drastically slowed down. It was replaced once my by soft clicking, and light breathing.

The bedroom wasn't anything grand. It was a small square shaped room, with light beige colored carpets. The walls were painted a soft blue in color. There were some red scrolls hanging down from the wall, containing golden characters on it. They were Chinese symbols, standing for Peace, Love and Harmony. There was a ceiling fan in the center of the room, which was currently off. Hanging around it were four crimson paper lanterns, decorated with golden tassels and similar characters. Among the red posters, there were movie posters, one for the recent release of Cinderella, along with one for the movie Tangled. There was a small twin size bed pushed up against the side of the room. The bed sheets were a bit wrinkled, the comforter having been pulled off the bed, being used by the owner.

Next to it, were three bookshelves, filled to the brim with books. However, one of the bookshelves was actually made of glass. It contained more precious books within, and the owner didn't want anything to become ruined. Most of the books were in foreign languages, German, Icelandic, Scandinavian and even Native American to name a few. Hanging above one of the bookshelves was a round stone calender, of Mayan Origin, one of the rarest finds for the owner, and one of the things she was the most proud of. The young woman finally stopped typing, yawning none too loudly. She stretched her arms above her head, her fluffy brown hair falling around her eyes. She swept them aside, the light from her computer reflecting off her glasses.

The door suddenly opened, causing the girl to fall off her computer chair to the ground. She groaned a bit, as she glanced at the new source of light, fixing her glasses slightly. She cringed, seeing the angry looking expression on her mother's face.

"Fa Mei-Ling, wo bushi gaosu ni qu shuijiao ma?" (Fa Mei-Ling, didn't I tell you to go to bed?)

"I'm sorry mother, I was just finishing some research. Did you know, Vikings used to give those that died an honorable death? Instead of burying them, they would put their body on their boat. They would send it adrift, and then shoot flaming arrows at it." the girl replied, trying to sound as cute as possible. The woman just glared at her, flicking the light on. She gasped, eyes widening a bit.

"Mei-Ling, you were suppose to clean your room! How a you gonna leave to school tomorrow with this mess?" her mother cried. Mei-Ling gave her mother a smile, quickly shooting to her feet.

Mei-Ling was a beautiful young woman, being four feet, nine inches in height. She was a lot shorter than girls her age, and it often times made her feel inadequate. What she lacked in height, she made up with her skills. She had light colored skin, a bit pale due to being inside most of the time. She had dark chocolate brown hair, reaching down past her shoulders. It was light and fluffy, though this was because she hadn't brushed her hair all day. She had beautiful hazel colored eyes, with alluring lashes, normally decorated with golden mascara. She had a small button nose, and full pink lips, usually wearing a thin coat of glittery lipgloss. She had a petite body, and thanks to her daily walks, was quite healthy. Though she did lack the assets most girls her age had, she didn't mind not having them. She valued knowledge more than looks, though she was jealous of her taller, or voluptuous older sister, who seemed to get all the guys. She glanced around the room, giving her mom a grin.

"I'll clean it up, it will be nice and tidy before I leave for school."

"Ni rang ren nanyi zhixin." (You are unbelievable.) her mother muttered, shaking her head. Mei-Ling started grabbing all of the candy wrappers from the floor, tossing them to the trash.

"I'm sorry mom...I was just getting some materials ready. Starting tomorrow, I'll be in a different class. I just wanted to have some things, so that I could hopefully teach my new classmates things about China." she said.

"I understand Mei-Ling, this is a great honor. If your father were here, he'd be very happy. Just hurry up, and get to bed okay?" the woman said, her expression softening a bit. Mei-Ling nodded, giving her mom a smile. Left to her own devices, the girl continued cleaning up her room.

"I still can't believe I was accepted to that school. I'm so lucky." she said softly. Her eyes wondered over to her night table, where she still had the large manila envelope she had gotten in the mail. She finished tossing the last of the wrappers and empty cans. Once she had saved her research onto her flash drive, she set it down next to her laptop and other materials.

Taking a seat next on her bed, she grabbed a hold of the envelope, turning it around. She saw the seal on it, a small smile on her face. It was that of a bald eagle, clutching thirteen olive branches in one of its talons. It had a banner in its beak, spelling out the name Morning Hope Academy. Behind the eagle was a shield, colored to look exactly like the American Flag. The eagle was bordered by fifty white stars, in the eagle's left talon was a coin that read, E Pluribus Unum, a Latin phrase meaning, Under Many, One. She traced her small digits over it, her hand slowly reaching for the flap. It had already been opened, so she was able to easily pull out what was within.

"Fa Mei-Ling,

I would like to personally congratulate you. You have been selected to join the Alumni of the Prestigious Morning Hope Academy. The students that come to this academy are said to be the brightest minds in the world. We are a sister school to Japan's Hope's Peak Academy. Our specialty is to nurture the special talents of young individuals. Our scouts told me that you were researching some Mayan Folklore in Mexico. I was brought a file detailing all of your findings, and thought you would be a great addition to our school. As such, you have been giving the title of Ultimate Folklore Researcher. Your exploits in China and Russia were also brought to my attention. Proving the existence of several folktales is quite a feat.

If you'd like to accept this offer, then you must be present at the Academy on September 5th 2014. I understand that you currently live in San Francisco. Transport will be arranged to bring you here to Anaheim so you can begin your studies. Be prepared to spend the next four years here. You will be allowed to leave during breaks, but are required to stay in the dorms here. Once again, I'd like to welcome you to our school. Inside, you'll find a map of the campus, your class schedule and the location for your orientation.

Morning Hope Academy accepts you to its 24th Class. I will be present during opening ceremonies. If you have any questions, you'll be able to reach me or the Administration using the numbers below. See you there."

"Sincerely, Dean Harold J. Winters...I still can't believe it. Me...the Ultimate Folklore Researcher." Mei-Ling said softly, her hands trembling a bit.

She grabbed a hold of the pamphlet which showed various places around the campus. The school itself was a large, five story building, which was made of beautiful golden limestone. The roof was slanted down, tiled with terracotta roof tiles. The entrance was in the shape of an arch, tinted glass doors bearing the name of the academy in white letters. The building itself was roughly the size of Hope's Peak Academy. It had large square windows, on top of the second floor was a towering glass structure, which rose taller than most of the building, ending at the fourth story. It the outside panes of glass were shining brightly in the sun, steel beams held the structure together. The right side had a similar looking building, starting out on the second floor was well, though this building wasn't rectangular like the other. This one was shaped like a silo, and towered over the fifth floor of the academy. It was the tallest part, being about seven stories tall, and in the shape of a dome. There was a round object visible from an opening on the far right side, a large telescope in fact.

There was a large courtyard, along with a Dormitory building for the students. It also said there was a hill that overlooked part of the city. One could even see Disney Land from it, or so the pamphlet said. What she found odd however was that they named the facilities available, but didn't show many pictures. There was a large library, filled with tons of precious books, but they didn't make mention of any of them. There was a large teslescope for Astronomers to use, but they didn't show it, just the tower itself. They also mentioned an Olympic sized heated pool, state of the art exercising equipment, a movie theater, an art room, a dance and music room, an outdoor stage and even a garden. But they didn't show pictures of any of these locations. She shrugged it off, setting the pamphlet aside.

"Maybe they want us to see it in person." she mumbled, grabbing the map.

It didn't show anything, just the first floor, from the entrance to the Gymnasium, where orientation would take place. The entrance hall was where the Administration offices were. Once inside the academy proper, a right turn would take you toward the gymnasium, as well as the stairs to the second floor. The movie theater was located on the bottom floor, with the gym being down the hall. If one were to turn left, they would be taken to the Nurse's office, as well as the Weight Room. Classrooms 9-A through 9-D were located on the fourth floor. A and B were next to each other, while C was near the Weight Room and D was near the Gym, for whatever reason. There was a school store as well, the entrance to it being in front of the first floor plaza. Mei-Ling had studied this map various times, not wanting to get lost.

Despite her having a great focus for whatever Folktale she was researching, she was able to get lost easy. One time, she had been in Iceland, researching some local legends. The guide took his eyes off her for a single second, and she was gone. She had been found two days later, in a cave that contained a hot spring. She had apparently been keeping warm in the hot spring, gathering snow in a pot and using the heat of the spring to melt it. She had also brought MRE's with her, and while it took a long time to prepare since she couldn't boil water, she was still able to survive.

Another time, she had been in Thailand, researching some paintings that had been found in a cavern. She had been alerted of the heavy rain, but she brushed it off. The cavern flooded, and she was thought to have died inside. As it turns out, she managed to not only swim out, but also find some fossils deep within the cavern. It was as if everything she found, either happened when she was lost, or she was extremely lucky. Perhaps it was what lead the school to put her name in a raffle, to see if she could get in by luck. Sadly it hadn't been so. She put everything back inside the envelope, glancing at the framed picture by her bed, a smile on her face.

"Don't worry papa, I will make you proud. It's thanks to you that I have so much knowledge of Chinese Folklore. My love for it stems from your work...I will not let you down." she said, sniffling a bit.

"Fa Mei-Ling, if you are still up I will come in there!"

"I'm sleeping mama! Sorry!" she hastily apologized, turning her lamp off. She brought the covers over her head, hoping sleep would come to her fast.

xxx

Mei-Ling yawned, her grip on the safety bar tightening a bit. Though she went to bed early, she couldn't help but feel tired. Sleep hadn't come easy for the young lady, so she had spent most of the night, reading forums about the students. She had found it odd that only 10 profiles had been listed, since her class was supposed to contain 16 people total. She shrugged it off, perhaps the remaining six students had been transferred to Vancouver or Tokyo.

Glancing around, Mei-Ling noticed a few people staring at her. Of course, it was because she stood out. Her mother had insisted she dress a bit traditional, so that she could represent her roots. The brunette had told her that her accent and looks alone would be enough. After all, it wasn't hard for anyone to deduce she was Chinese, but her mother wanted her to dress better. So she relented, allowing her mother to do with her as she pleased.

The result had been both beautiful and a bit overbearing. She was wearing a traditional cheongsam, a tight fitting outfit. It was a sleeveless ensemble, made out of silk and cotton. It was embroidered with golden thread, pearls and sequins. It had golden flower prints on it, along with some dragons, that were colored bright green, with pearls for eyes. The dress cut off just above her knees, golden tassels being attached at either side of it. She was wearing a pair of red stilettos on her feet, polished to a brilliant shine. Her brown hair had been washed and straightened. Most of it had been gathered at the back of her head, forming a small bun that was held together with two silver chopsticks.

The chopsticks themselves had been a gift from her grandmother. They were thin, but had Mei-Ling's name engraved in it. Along with their family name, being Fa, and her Chinese Zodiac, the Rabbit. It had two red spheres at the top, lined with gold, each having a small tassel hanging from it, decorated with red and gold beats. One of the spheres had the first initial for Mei-Ling's name while the other had the initial for her last name. Both were in Chinese Characters, and had been expertly engraved. She had been amazed when she saw in the mirror. The remainder of her hair, had been straightened, and looped, being pinned at the back of her head. So on either side of her head, she had a loop of hair, which she honestly thought was silly.

She had wanted to use a bit of makeup, but her mother had said natural beauty would make her look better. Of course when she had gotten on the Coach bus, she had taken out her mirror and had decorated her eyes. She had a light dusting of red eye shadow on her eyelids. She had also lined her eyes with violet eyeliner, a making a small tail at the corner of her eye, much like the style Pharaoh's used in Ancient Egypt. The last thing she had was her computer bag, which was slung over her shoulder. Over all, she looked nothing like a normal teenager, which was why everyone and their mother spared more than just a passing glance.

"Please god, make this ride fly by would you?" she silently prayed, once she noticed the look another teenager had been giving her.

Her eyes traced his form, taking in his appearance a bit. He was standing a few feet away from her, his hand wrapped tightly around a hand bar. He had by then shifted his gaze elsewhere, finding something else more interesting at the moment. He was a tall teenager, being a foot and a half taller than Mei-Ling hoped to be.

He had a slightly dark complexion, his skin being a caramel color. He looked to be either Latino or Hispanic, Mei-Ling couldn't exactly place it. He had short black hair, which he kept spiked up with gel. He had a soft face, with chiseled features and a bit of stubble on his chin. His eyes were a vibrant green in color. He wasn't lanky, but he wasn't overly muscular either. He had a healthy build, though one couldn't readily tell due to the leather jacket he was wearing. Underneath said jacket, he was wearing a white tee shirt, with an image of Rick Grimes on it, holding his famous Colt Python in his hands. He was wearing a pair of blue skinny jeans, along with some high top Osiris sneakers. Next to him, was a knapsack, a small net sticking out of it.

Mei-Ling took notice of his posture, it looked to be anxious. She could tell he was nervous about something. Though outwardly, he wasn't expressing it. The leather jacket he was wearing looked to be a bit worn. Some studs were missing from the collar, and there were some scuff marks around the elbows. The boy shifted his gaze back to her, meeting eyes with her. She stiffened a bit, giving the boy an odd cringe before looking away. She continued staring out the windshield as the bus picked up a bit of speed.

After about twenty minutes, the bus lurched to a stop, letting out a loud hiss as it did. The bus driver cleared his throat, glancing at the clipboard next to him. He nodded to himself, grabbing a hold of the radio, bringing it to his lips.

"Would those getting off at Morning Hope Academy come to the front? Thank you." he said gruffly. Mei-Ling straightened up a bit, letting go of the safety bar as she walked toward the front of the bus. She glanced over her shoulder, noticing the leather jacket boy was following suit.

"Is he a student too? He doesn't look familiar, then again I didn't see any pictures on the forum."

"So, just you two? Lucky...you two get to learn all about amazing things, while the rest of us talentless hacks get to work a 9-5." the driver said.

"Maybe if you complained a little less, you could have gotten the title of Ultimate Bus Driver. You got us here in half an hour, when it takes an hour and a half to normally drive here. You got some real talent." the boy said sarcastically, earning a glare from the driver. He walked off the bus, pulling open the storage compartment.

"Grab your shit and go." he howled. Mei-Ling grabbed her red suitcase, and carry on, stepping away from the bus. The leather glad boy just grabbed what looked like a golden cage, covered by some cloth. He also grabbed a dufflebag, turning up the street.

"Thank you for the ride Mister. I hope you have a wonderful day." Mei-Ling said, giving the man a polite bow.

"Tch...at least one of you has class."

"Hey, I have class too homes. In about an hour actually, also try not to eat too many tamales." the boy said, causing the driver to flip him off. The bus peeled away a second later, filling the air with darkened exhaust fumes.

"Ay chinga to madre gordito." (Go fuck your mother fatty.) the boy muttered jokingly, after the bus had disappeared down the road.

"You know...you shouldn't treat people like that." Mei-Ling scolded, causing the boy to look at her.

"Listen chiquita, I talk to people how I want. That man was giving me glares all day. You know why? Because I'm unwanted here in the good old U.S. Of A. Take a guess why? Is it because I'm Mexican? You tell me."

"So, you act like that because of current events? You know you aren't the only one. There are people all over the world being mistreated because of their race. I would know that all to well. Even though people are mistreated, we shouldn't snap at people. We should just do our best to change their minds."

"Man...what Fortune Cookie did you eat before getting on that bus? This isn't some happy go lucky Mulan shit, this is real life."

"Whatever." Mei-Ling snapped in annoyance. She grabbed a hold of her suitcase, making sure her bag wouldn't fall off. She started walking up the lengthy path that lead up to Morning Hope Academy.

The boy shrugged his shoulders, grabbing his dufflebag from the ground. He slung it over his shoulder, carrying his cage in his other hand, knapsack around his shoulders. The two of them walked in silence, following the palm tree lined path leading up to Morning Hope Academy. The building started becoming visible, looking exactly the same as in the pictures. Now that it was life-like and in front of her, Mei-Ling couldn't help but get nervous. She slowed down a bit, glancing at her feet. The sun was gleaming brightly from the glossy crimson heels she was wearing, making her look up to the sky. It was very hot, even though it was only 7:42 in the morning.

"Hey Mulan, if you don't step it up, you'll be late." the black haired boy said, glancing at the girl. She gave him an angry look, puffing her cheeks out.

"My name is not Mulan! It's Fa Mei-Ling, be sure to memorize it!" she cried, her accent flaring with each word. The boy let out a small chuckle, holding a hand up defensively.

"My apologies, I didn't ask you your name. If you must know, my name is Christopher Patrick Bacon...at your service." the boy said, giving her a wink. Mei-Ling's brows furrowed a bit, a small smile appearing on her face.

"Christopher Patrick Bacon...you mean your name is Chris P. Bacon?" she asked, giggling a bit. The boy growled angrily, stalking over to the girl, glaring right into her eyes.

"Listen to me Kung Pao Chicken, I will turn you into Egg Foo Young if you call me that again? Comprende?" he snapped, causing the girl to give a shaky nod. He cleared his throat, flapping his jacket a bit as he stalked toward the school.

"Um...I don't know if you know this but...Egg Foo Young isn't Chinese."

"Pfft...yes it is. Panda Express sells it."

"It isn't Chinese! It was created in San Francisco, by a Jewish Immigrant in the early 1900s." Mei-Ling said.

"Well if it isn't Chinese, then why don't they take it off the menu?"

"I don't know! I don't own a Chinese restaurant now do I?" the girl cried back. She looked away with a huff.

"Sheesh, I can't believe the first person I meet is a clueless racist." she thought to herself.

After a few more minutes of walking, they came to a stop before the massive institution. Morning Hope Academy was indeed the same as in the pictures. It was a lot bigger in person. The two craned their necks trying to see the top of the building, but were unable to see anything. The glimmering crest at the top of the building was the same as the one they had seen before. The name Morning Hope Academy was spelled in bright gilded letters, right above the entrance. Christopher and Mei-Ling both gulped, feeling a lot nervous than before.

"You know...I still can't believe I was chosen for this school." he said softly.

"Mhmm...me too. How about we both go in at the same time? It might make us less nervous." Mei-Ling suggested. Christopher nodded, taking the lead. He held the door open for her, the two of them appearing at the entrance hall.

The administration area was separated from the first floor plaza, by a series of glass doors. The floor was made of marble tiles, polished to a glimmering shine. There was a desk to the right of the entrance, sitting behind a glass window. Looking beyond it, one could see several other desks inside the room, a few secretaries moving around. To the left, was another similar office, but it acted more as a drop off for important documents and mail. The two students, not finding anything interesting, walked toward the glass doors. Mei-Ling watched Christopher grab a hold of the door handle, suddenly feeling sick.

"Huh...what? Why do I feel so dizzy?" she muttered. She closed her eyes tightly, when she opened them, all she saw was blurry spinning mess in front of her. Everything went black a second later.

xxx

"Hmm...?"

Mei-Ling let out a small groan, feeling a sharp sting cutting through her head. She blinked a few times, her vision clearing as she looked around. She took notice of her surroundings, seeing she was in fact inside a classroom. There were sixteen wooden desks, all neatly lined up in four by four rows. There were some cubbies behind her, filled with various text books and other things. She noticed a bulletin board at the back of the room, with several fliers tacked onto it. Looking forward, she saw a holographic chalkboard, currently displaying an image of a familiar looking crest. At the front of the room, there was a television monitor, attached to the wall. There was a clock as well, but she struggled to see the current time. She sat up a bit, feeling a sharp kink in her back. She wiggled a bit, her back popping loudly, making her sigh contently.

"Where am I?" she asked softly. She noticed the classroom she was in was completely empty, save for herself. She decided to stand up, the chair raking across the tile floor making her cringe a bit. She looked toward the left side of the room, eyes widening a bit when she saw the metal plates on the wall.

"Wha...what is that?" she muttered, walking quickly toward it. She placed her hand on it, gasping a bit when she felt the cold metal. She grabbed a hold of one of the nuts, trying to turn it, and failing. She wracked her knuckles on it, a dull thud coming from each tap.

"Okay...real iron plates...that's odd. Why is this on the windows? Where even am I?" she muttered, glancing around the room. Her eyes widened a bit.

"Oh right...I was coming to Morning Hope Academy. It was the first day of school...I was walking to the school with Christopher. Wait...what happened to him? Christopher? Where are you? Christopher?" she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty room. She didn't hear anything, a frown appearing on her face. She walked to the front of the room, checking on the other window.

"Nothing...both of these windows are blocked with iron plates. But why is it like that? Am I even at Morning Hope?" she thought to herself. She heard something mechanical nearby and glanced over her shoulder, noticing the high tech camera currently looking at her. She shivered a bit seeing the red blinking dot.

"I'm being recorded? I didn't sign a release form. I guess I'll do something I learned in America." she thought, holding her hand up, the middle finger raised. She giggled a bit, swiftly turning around. She glanced at the clock, eyes widening a bit when she saw it was past 8:00AM.

"Great Googly Moogly! I'm late for orientation! Maybe I'll meet Christopher there...if I remember correctly, the Gym is to the right." she said, moving toward the door. She pulled it open, walking into the empty hallway.

She looked around, noticing the odd colored lights. Rather than white fluorescent lights, all the lights were bright blue in color. The normally white tiles were colored blue due to the light. The hallway was eerily empty, no one could be seen anywhere. She shivered a bit, due to the air conditioner vent above her. She glanced at the sign, seeing the classroom she had been in was 9-D. Nodding to herself, she started walking down the hall, sharply turning the corner. She spotted the doors to the Gym not far from her, and started running toward them.

"I hope they don't mind me being late...it's gonna be so awkward." she said, finally reaching the gymnasium doors. She grabbed a hold of the handle, licking her lips. She made sure her hair wasn't out of place, her dress was nice and neat and she didn't smell particularly unpleasant. Once done, she opened the door, seeing nothing but blinding white light.