Chapter 2: Welcome to Beacon, Part I

Weiss' POV:

I was not having a good day.

Father was far too busy with his work in order to come with me to Vale, even though he was the one who recommended I even go to Beacon Academy, when I was just content with going to Atlas Academy, where I could have gotten just as good, if not better, education than in Vale.

Ugh, how she hated her father's decisions.

I mean, he's the head of the Schnee Fossil Fuel Company, time isn't a variable with that man, he makes the time because he practically commands it. The very least he could have done is rent my own jet until I got to Beacon.

But instead I had to sit in a cabin with other people, constantly in fear that my valuables are being crushed by the weight of other people's luggage. The next most miserable thing was a blonde-haired boy who was sitting just a few seats away, ready to throw up at any given moment, his face as pale as the shattered moon. Although, I suppose he can't help it. After another ten minutes of him tossing and turning in his seat, desperately try to hold in his lunch, I saw him dash towards the bathroom at inhuman speeds, shoving another passenger out of the way just to get to the small, unkempt bathroom.

"Sorry!" He shouted rather loudly, "Excuse me!"

It wasn't until a mere three seconds that everyone in that cabin heard violent retching sounds coming from said area. He came out a few minutes later with a more healthier complexion than he had gone in with, making his navy blue eyes look more arctic and calm. As he was walking back to his seat, I noticed a bulky male with a brown pompadour snicker at him, but the young blonde didn't seem to notice. When he got back to his seat, he practically body slammed into the seat and threw his head back, flipping his long, blonde hair in the process.

I let out a small puff through my nostrils and went back to looking out the window, counting down the seconds as they passed. I was eager to get off this damned flight and be on my merry way. I looked down at my pure white wrist watch to see just how much longer I had to be on this flight, '1:30, and we're supposed to land in Vale at 3:45, so at least another two hours left of this,' it was then my turn to throw my head back in exasperation, as my eagerness turned to impatience, putting me in a far more foul mood.

I watched as a flight attendant walk by, "Excuse me, miss?" She turned her head to see the source of the voice, "may I have some champagne, please?

"I'm sorry, ma'am," her eyebrows creased, "I will have to see some I.D., first."

"Of course," I pull out my small light blue and white purse, and grab my I.D., "Here you go!"

She took a minute to scan for an age, "Ma'am, this says you're only 17," the flight attendant had an apologetic expression on her face.

I chuckled to myself for a second, "How about you look for a name?" My face grew serious at the end of that sentence.

The flight attendant's eyes widened at the sudden realization of who she was questioning, "Miss Schnee, my sincerest apology, I will fetch your wine immedia-"

"Champagne, actually," I corrected her, "And no worries."

With another apologetic look, the flight attendant hurried off to grab my drink. As soon as she does, I hear someone a few seats behind me scoff at the whole scene. I look back at them, "Is there a problem?"

The same bulky male with the brown pompadour was the source of the noise. As I met his eyes, I took a better look at him, he wore a black polo shirt paired with khakis and black dress shoes, the outfit made the blue in his eyes pop out that much more. After a few seconds of staring, he gave a shit-eating grin and turned towards the window of his own seat, acting as though he had enough of our own little staring contest.

I scoffed again, "Dolt," I mumbled beneath my breath and turned back around, and by the time I did, the flight attendant returned with a silver tray, with two tiny bottles of champagne and a wine glass.

"Here you go, Miss Schnee," She handed me the wine glass, opened one bottle of champagne, and began to pour, "again, my most sincerest of apologies."

"It's no trouble at all," I give my best smile to her and she smiles back. As she turns to serve another passenger, I take a sip of my drink and look out of the window again, 'I hope this flight ends without anymore disruptions, or I swear to God I'm going to-'

Her inner monologue was cut off due to turbulence, and ended up spilling the champagne all over her white dress, 'Just wonderful,' as she ended her statement with a completely non-sarcastic statement.

The rest of the flight had been rather peaceful, aside from the motion sick blond boy having to run to the bathroom at least another four times. As soon as we landed, I was one of the first people to get off the plane, eager to stretch out my legs after such a long trip. I made my way into the airport to retrieve my luggage. I had at least ten suitcases that needed carrying, more than what I could carry, so I had to grab a nearby cart. After I loaded the last of my belongings from the baggage conveyor belt in the center of the airport, I wheeled it outside where there was a limousine waiting for me.

The driver of the limo was an older, chubbier man in a black vest on top of a white, button up shirt. He wore black dress pants and black dress shoes to match. He had balding brown hair and soft brown eyes. He was holding up a sign that said, 'Weiss Schnee'. As I approached him, he looked as though he was caught off guard and jumped after I said hello to him.

"Wha! Oh!" The driver attempted to regain his composure, "Hello, Miss Schnee." He gave a courteous bow.

"Hello, Klein," I replied as politely as I could, "it's nice to see you again."

"Yes," he smiled, "it's good to see you too, little snowflake."

I smiled at him and his kindness, "We should get going, I don't want to miss orientation."

"Of course!" Klein opened the door to the limousine, "You let me worry about your luggage, you just relax from your trip."

"Thank you," I breathed a sigh of relief. As I made my way into the car, I heard that the radio was on, talking about the eco-terrorists, the White Fang.

"Although the White Fang were once a group of peaceful protestors, determined to save nature from the destruction of industries, the White Fang have recently been sabotaging equipment within these facilities, causing them to malfunction and harm workers, injuring dozens of people. Led by a wanted criminal, Adam Taurus, the White Fang has become a dangerous group to both small and big corporations. Join us with-"

As Klein entered the car, he turned off the radio immediately after. "We need not worry about this now, little snowflake," Klein said with assurance, "Let's just focus on taking you to that orientation, yes?"

I smiled at Klein as he pulled out of the parking lot and made way to Beacon Academy.

The sheer size of Beacon was impressive, even shocking me, of all people, by how nice this academy was. I took in the view, only focusing on the building. Klein somehow managed to fit another cart into the limousine, making that job several times easier.

"Here you go, little snowflake," Klein said with fondness, "I hope this school will be a good fit for you."

"I hope so too, Klein," I said absently, "I hope so too."

As I was admiring the view, I heard bits and pieces of conversations all around while I did so.

"Chill, Rubes," I heard one girl say to another, "they're just cars."

"Just cars? Yang, they're the most ingenious thing to ever grace this planet!"

"You're such a dork," and that was all I heard of the conversation.

I began to wheel all of my luggage into beacon, 'the sooner I get in, the better.' As I was attempting to make my way into Beacon, a young, black haired with red tips at the end was yelling for the person she call 'Yang'. She wasn't looking and ran right into her cart, spilling the contents of one small suitcase. The suitcase that held her treasured belongings.

"What do you think you're doing?!" I screeched with an authoritative voice, "Don't you know that some of that stuff is sensitive?!" I saw my small music box land several feet away, next to a girl with black hair and a ribbon to match.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't see where I was going, and I was lost, and-"

"And nothing! You can't just go around, running into people's things without even thinking of where you're going, what makes you think that's okay?" I was fuming at this point, so much built up anger from all of this nonsense that has happened all day long and now this?

"Look, princess," it was obvious she was reaching her melting point, "I didn't mean to-"

"It's heiress, actually," An unfamiliar voice interrupted the soon-to-be argument, "Weiss Schnee, right? Heir to the Schnee Fossil Fuel Company?"

Finally, some recognition, and she had my music box! "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am-"

She interrupted once more, "Ah yes, the Schnee Fossil Fuel Company, responsible for releasing all kinds of pollutants into the air, bodies of water and wildlife; causing dozens, to possibly hundreds, of woodland creatures to mutate and die of all kinds of cancer."

"What? How dare-" Enough of this, she snatched her music box away from the mystery girl that was accusing her namesake of such things, "Ugh!" I threw all of my stuff very unorderly onto the cart and got away from the situation as quickly as possible. However, I still held the music box in my hands, as to make sure it wouldn't fall again.

As soon as I was in the clear, I eagerly wound up my music box just to make sure nothing was damaged, and I was relieved to hear the faint tune of 'Hushabye Mountain' coming from the small musical instrument. I quickly closed the music box and tried to drive out the memory of my mother, the memory of how she always sang that song to her and her sister, Winter, every night they had trouble sleeping.

Before my mother… I quickly wiped away any tears that threatened to fall, 'I can't cry here, I… I have to get to the auditorium,' I steeled my nerves and double checked that my tears were dried, as I thought of one last happy memory for further encouragement to carry on, I made my way to the auditorium, determined to see my goal to the end.