A/N: The first chapter! I had to cut it short because there was a lot of content in this first little thing. I ended up using like 3,000 words just to introduce the first morning premise so I figured that lunch can wait until the next chapter.

Till next time lovelies,

D.L.D

Elizabeth's P.O.V

"Why are we part of this father?" Veronica scowled as we stood outside of the main entrance, schoolbag on her shoulder as she grimaced at the other students. "Aren't we better off going to a private academy?"

Unlike myself and Margaret, Veronica was reluctant to be a part of Britannia Academy. She often described it as a failure waiting to happen, all of the students there being the kindling for another Holy War. As a result my sister wanted to stay far away from the school and anything to do with it. In fact she had protested against her going here ever since father proposed the idea, going to great lengths to try and avoid coming in. One of those had been particularly extreme, Veronica setting her uniform on fire in an effort to say that she didn't have anything to wear. Luckily father had a spare.

"And how would that look on the school?" Our father raised a brow at her, his look saying it all. "If the lead director and mayor of Britannia doesn't send his daughters here, then everyone will think he has no belief in the school at all. We can't have that happening."

Veronica grumbled at that, knowing that she had met her match. There was no arguing against father when it came to the future of the academy. He valued it more than most would think. But of course that made her even more stroppy towards the very idea of attending it.

"It's not that bad, Veronica," Margaret sighed, resting a hand on Veronica's shoulder. "Father made sure to include state-of-the-art equipment and everything. This school will be like a private academy, but with all the races instead of predominately one."

"Yes, and that's much better right?" I smiled, helping to back up my older sister's argument. "History and Culture classes will be much easier with more varied students!"

Veronica simply huffed at our attempts to cheer her up, shrugging off Margaret's hand and my smile. With no other words she then stomped off, disappearing into haggle of students stood outside and leaving the three of us by the parking lot. Clearly Veronica didn't want any reasons why this place was great nor why we should give it a try. In fact she wanted it burned to the ground, likely not enjoying the fact that she was stuck here until father would let her go to another school. She had expressed as much last night, saying that she would rather die than go to Britannia.

But why did she hate it so much?

"Thank you for trying to cheer her up, girls," My father sighed, a tired hand sweeping over his face. Everything he has went into this school. He's looked increasingly tired towards the opening day, often spending whole nights working on all the final details. "It seems you two took the news better than Veronica. But then again, I can't blame her..."

I frowned slightly while Margaret nodded at father's words, seeming to understand something I was missing. Something that seemed important since Veronica was unhappy due to this unknown reason. I should ask what it is; perhaps I could help if I knew why Veronica was unhappy.

"Why not?" I blink, studying my sister and father as I puzzled over what his statement could mean.

"Oh nothing important, Elizabeth," Margaret shook her head, answering before father could. She then grabbed me by the shoulders, shooting a smile at father. "Veronica's just grumpy because of the change. It'll take time, but she'll adjust. Meanwhile we'll do our best to make you proud father, right Ellie?"

I'm very flustered at the sudden abruptness of my sister, startled by how the conversation had suddenly switched subject. However it is not something I'm unused to, so I easily gather my senses and smile.

"Yes. We'll do our best."

I give a nod and my father smiles.

"Thank you girls," He gave a nod, something unspoken being shared between himself and Margaret.

It passes too fast for me to even figure out what, Margaret quickly steering me toward the main building and telling me about all sorts of rules that I have to remember. She tells me about running, talking, who I associate with, and even warnings about being careful about who I trust. My older sister more or less tells me everything I need to know and more, all sorts of secrets and perks of the sixth formers* becoming my knowledge as she spills it all to me.

By the time we'd gotten to my class, Margaret had told me all sorts of irrelevant (but useful) information, the subject of her and father almost forgotten in my now overwhelmed brain. It was difficult to even think about why I wanted to ask them about it, my brain filled with the trivial information that Margaret supplied.

"So are you set for your first day?" Margaret's voice snaps me out of my mental sorting, a smile on her features. "I've told you everything I know."

I nod at that, grateful for the knowledge but also feeling that it was shared because of another motive. A motive to do with Veronica being upset. However I cannot dwell on it with Margaret watching me, her motherly gaze being able to read me well. I'll have to wait until much later to even think about Veronica's dilemma, let alone try to delve deeper into it.

"Yes, I'm kind of ready," I give a shaky smile, the nerves seeming to catch up now that I was outside of the classroom. Some students were already inside, a mixture of different races all seated in their own areas and spots. Many were new faces, wings and other features definitely being new and foreign to me. It wasn't often that I met someone who wasn't a human. "I've never been in a class with Goddesses and Demons before."

Margaret gave a nod at that, appearing to understand. She then rummaged through her bag, producing a small box.

"Yes, they often stick to their own kind," She gave me the box, pressing it into my hand and watching as I accepted it. "Inside that is a good luck charm. Mother gave me them before she passed, but I think you'll benefit from them more."

I open the box to see a pair of earrings. They're small gold hoops, with a blue sphere attached to the bottom. The sphere appeared to be made of glass or some sort of gemstone, the blue orb marked with stars and a crescent moon in a darker shade. The family crest - as old as this city and the land named after us. The earrings look beautiful, like something mother would've worn from the memories and pictures I have of her. Mother was always seen wearing things that were simplistic and yet beautiful. She always picked things that were odd. She always saw the deeper beauty of things too. Mother always said we had that in common...

Tears form as I look at the earrings, my mind making me close the box. I can't be the one to wear these, not when this was a gift from mother to Margaret. It wouldn't be fair, nor would it be right.

"I can't take these Margaret," I give her the box, shaking my head as I press it firmly to her palm. "They're yours."

"And I'm giving them to you," Margaret pushes the box back, closing my hand over the thing. She gives me a smile, warm and even, as she looks at me. "She'd want you to have them."

At that the bell rang, my sister giving me a soft smile as she knew that it meant parting ways. Due to the induction during assembly, we knew that the bell meant she had five minutes to get to her class before being marked as late. That meant she had to leave before the big crowds of late students came.

"I'll see you later," Margaret gave a wave, leaving me all alone with the earrings. My only familiarity in this completely new school.

King's P.O.V

Maybe coming here was a mistake. Yes, it has to be a mistake because there's no way I'd agree to go to somewhere like this. I couldn't have. After all, it's too dangerous for Elaine and the other Fairies, the other races (especially the Humans and Demons) being something that you have to be careful with. They can't be trusted. Not after all the recent crimes and such that have been happening recently. They were simply too much of a threat.

"Loosen up a bit, grumpy pants!" Helbram, my best friend, laughed as he slung an arm around my shoulder. Somehow his wild green hair was combed down, his tie and blazer giving a mature look. What a contrast to his personality. "With a face like yours, people would think you've never been happy in your life!"

I grimace at his lightheartedness, knowing that I had a valid reason to look so thoughtful and sour. This school was a breeding ground for prejudice, danger and hate crimes. I mean combining all of the races of this one city into a school is a crazy idea! Even the government gave up on it ten years ago, the former version of this school becoming one of the worst in the whole city. So who's to say that this won't fail too?

"Helbram, this isn't something to joke about," I shrug off his arm, frowning as I searched for Elaine among the crowds.

Elaine was my younger sister and she had a tendency to find trouble without meaning to. I didn't entirely blame her for it, after all she was young and innocent meaning people could lead her astray, but it meant that I had to keep my eye on her. No really, I had to watch her a lot. I could turn my back for a second and then Elaine would be somewhere where she shouldn't be. That led to me trying to find her and dragging her back to where she was meant to be.

As a result, this school was the worst place to enroll her in.

"Oh, you can joke about anything you want!" Helbram continued, his gaze suddenly following where mine was looking. He mocked my position, a hand over his eyes. "Whatcha looking for, Harlequin?"

"Elaine," I answer simply, my mind more focused on locating my sister more than anything else.

Luckily, I soon find her. She's talking to Ms Gerheade, the old biology teacher from my old school, Forest Hill. Many of the old teachers from the five schools that merged were let go, but a few remained and decided to tackle this school. Ms Gerheade was one of them, her lessons on plant biology being something that some enjoyed but not many.

However if Elaine was with Ms Gerheade, then that meant she was staying out of trouble and was safe. That was all that mattered right now - the fact that she was safe and was staying out of trouble. After all, this place was a cesspit of trouble.

"You worry about too much," Helbram shook his head, sighing as the bell rang. "You need to let her have some independence. It's been what, thirteen years since your parents died?"

A sigh leaves in response to that, my head already shaking as we begin to head toward the main building. All of us had to check in for tutor*, meaning that I had to go to a classroom on the third floor before heading to first period.

"Even so that doesn't mean she's ready yet," I turn to look at Helbram and he gives another sigh in response. "You know how close I was to losing her. Plus Elaine's still not mature enough, there's a lot of innocence left."

"Well maybe that's because you shield her from everything, Harlequin," Helbram offered, shrugging. "Guarding her might have made it worse."

He has a serious expression for once, his tone matching his actions as we walk through the double doors leading into the hallways of the school. It looks odd on Helbram to seem so wise, the uniform of the school definitely not helping with its navy hues and golden symbol. It actually causes me to think about Elaine and how I might have actually harmed her by protecting her for so long, but when I think about what might have happened - no, I was right.

"Yeah right," I let out a chuckle, much to Helbram's dismay. "Me protecting her is what made Elaine last so long."

"If you say so," It left nonchalant, Helbram adjusting his bag as he nudged me. "But enough about that. I'm thinking of talking about some of the hot cutie pies you could be bagging this year~ ooh that one looks pretty!"

Like a switch had been flipped, Helbram then pointed toward a tall brunette. She had her hair in pigtails, her leopard print school bag standing out along with her orange tie and striped socks. She looked a bit familiar, something about her purple eyes and pigtails jogging some sort of long forgotten memory. However my flushed features were too busy overwhelming my brain to get me to think about where I'd seen that girl before.

My first instinct was to not faint.

"Helbram!" I bury my face in my hands, voice muffled as I continue to walk. "Why? Every time..."

He simply laughs at that, wild green hair bouncing as he then continues to point out girls, animatedly chatting about how cute they were. Brunettes, blondes, tall girls, short girls - he spoke about them all. If they were flat, if they had anything, Helbram would point them out and my poor face had now turned redder than a tomato coloured fire truck. In fact I think I was on the verge of a nosebleed. I could feel the pressure building up, the heat and flushing being too much.

Someone please help me...

Diane's P.O.V

"Hey Diane, do you know that guy?" Dolores, my foster sister, raises a brow as she points to a someone who looked like a year nine*.

I narrowed my gaze as she said this, looking at the guy and wondering why he was such a bright shade of red. Plus his friend was excitedly yelling about something, the words 'cutie-pie' and 'hottie' being what caught my ears. But other than that, nothing seemed odd or familiar about this red-faced guy and his weird friend. If anything, he looked like some poor younger year getting teased by a friend. So I gave a shrug.

"No idea, Dolores," I turn on my heel, ready to head to class. "It's probably just a year nine being teased about wanting to hit on an older girl."

A lot of year nines did that, many of them thinking that it's worthwhile to have the protection or attention of an older year. Sadly it's the opposite of that, the older years often fucking it up for the younger years. I could count the amount of poor girls having kids or abortions, along with the guys who were sourly regretting engaging with an older year because they caught an STD or are now a father. After all, relationships with those setups often resulted in manipulation, lies or even lawsuits - better to leave them to never be than to try and have one.

They always lead to babies or trouble.

"Oh that makes sense," Dolores nodded, blonde hair bouncing. She glanced back at the pair. "They're always doing that."

Dolores was a natural dark blonde, her hair often being styled into a shoulder length bob. She was shorter than me, her curves being more wide and stout than my athletic and average ones. However, despite her thickness, Dolores was extremely good at sports, being a pro at defense, but not liking offence much. She was also very kind and innocent, her timid nature being something that caused her to follow me around.

As a result we were inseparable, the pair of us being friends as well as sisters that did everything together. So when we heard about this school, we both decided to try it out and I have to say so far it's looking pretty good. I mean it's funded much better than my last school.

"Are you nervous about PE?" Dolores looked at me, her brown eyes uncertain as we approached the sports hall. "Matrona's teaching and she has all the GCSE students do extra class during tutor."

As standard, the sports hall was built as a separate building to the main building, a whole area of the school being dedicated to sports. Outside of it ran a track, new and freshly painted, and there was a basketball court and rugby pitch located not too far from it. The downfall of a separate sports area, though, was that if it was cold or rainy a lot of people would ditch and hide in the main building. But, surprisingly, quite a few people were heading toward the sports hall too, seeming excited for the lesson. Clearly they didn't know about Matrona...

"Yeah, I'm a bit nervous," I give a sheepish smile, a finger twirling through my pigtails. "But I think it'll be fun. There's new people to work with after all."

That was true. I was looking forward to working with new people instead of the same faces from my previous school. Back in Megadozer we were all so competitive and into sports as if it was a life force. Only those with the best talents were valued by the PE teacher, and if you didn't have them then they didn't waste time on training you. It was only the best that managed to be taught. So as you can imagine PE was the equivalent of make-or-break it in my old school. But here it seems kinda different.

"Yeah, I'm glad about that," Dolores smiled slightly at my comment, a small giggle forming. She then looked at me, brown eyes glimmering. "You think Matrona will go hard on them?"

I can't help but let laughter escape at that, startling the person who was holding the sports hall door for us. They owned a head of sky blue hair and looked like a regular Human, their height betraying that they weren't likely a Giant. Giants tended to be super tall.

"Oh, definitely!" I try to speak over the laughter, but I can't help but let it escape. "You know how Matrona is. She'll- "

"Students!"

I freeze in my place, bumping right into Matrona herself. As a usual she towers over me and Dolores, but the height difference has shrunk as we've gotten older. Long blonde hair is tied into a ponytail, sports gear worn and her expression serious. Everything was just as it was in Megadozer, blue sportswear, hardened violet eyes - nothing had changed except the height. But that was due to the shrinking pills offered by the government to help us Giants fit into the buildings of the city.

Nowadays, there wasn't a Giant who didn't take those pills. It was rare to see a Giant who was actually giant and not tall for an 'average' person.

However that didn't mean we didn't retain the strength. That fact alone made it scary to have a teacher who was a Giant, especially if they were a former sports captain in their secondary school days. Therefore I couldn't help the shiver I felt as I gulped, Dolores seeming to cut off my circulation as she squeezed my hand. PE was not pleasant back in Megadozer. If anything, it was the cause my and Dolores' nightmares.

"You have five minutes to change," Matrona's voice booms, suddenly reminding me that there were other people in the room. They soon start to talk as well, the five minute changing rule being something that was probably new to them. It was only a few of the Demons and Goddesses who didn't complain, both races most likely told to obey all instructions to prove they were 'superior'.

A human girl raised her hand, her golden hoops catching the lights, "Only five minutes?"

"That's barely enough time miss!" A fairy joined her.

"Yeah, it takes at least ten, plus I gotta make sure my makeup ain't smudged." This time another human.

"Yeah and my hoops, miss!"

The students who were leaving the hall already knew what to do. We all headed toward the respective changing rooms and began to listen out for when Matrona told them all that they all now had one minute. It wasn't long after Dolores and I had finished changing that we heard Matrona yelling. Not long after that, all of the other girls flooded into the changing room. It was mixture of pissed and near tears, many of them not bothering to take off their tights or socks and just using them instead of the sports ones.

In the end they were all prepped in a minute, although grumpy and mopey because of the shortened time span. Plus quite a few had ruined faces, their makeup smudged from tears.

Matrona then came into the room, a grin on her features as she spotted that everyone had changed. Matrona had always taken pride in having the best and strongest female athletes in her teams and classes.

"Ok, lesson time!" The teacher folded her arms in triumph, passing a red box to the girl closest to her. "Valuables go in there and then we'll begin."

With that, the lesson was kick-started and I couldn't help but have the feeling that it would go wrong. Why? Because Matrona and the girls of this school clearly don't mix.

Notes for years to clarify the American equivalents:

*Sixth-formers = Juniors/Seniors (yr 12 = Juniors and yr 13 = Seniors)

*Tutor = Homeroom

*Year nine = 8th Grade for Americans

British to American is very complicated :P