This new and fragile world was being treated like a puzzle by everyone around Mathew Williams. Prince Kirkland seemed ready to dirty his hands for the sake of solving the mystery. With a quick look at the other teenagers, Matthew observed that they all wanted to leave the school.

They were really a lively bunch of people. Groups were already beginning to form, and the poet could pinpoint who was weak and who was strong. Would Matthew fit in? He had no idea how to strike up a conversation with the strangers. He could really only bring up their current situation.

The Prince had walked away from Matthew, and was conversing with an energetic girl. Her skin was a radiant shade of bronze, and her teeth were as bright as pearls. The two seemed to be getting to know each other, and Matthew did need friends.

He gulped and walked up to the duo. He'd never been great with people, and now he'd have to socialize with an exotic bunch of students. The girl eyed Matthew suspiciously, but her beautiful brown eyes signaled warmth. The blond knew he picked the right person to start talking to.

The girl grinned and introduced herself. "Were you the kid who just walked in? I'm not good with faces, sorry! I'm Michelle, the World Powers Level Aquarist!"

Michelle's brown pigtails bobbed up and down as she spoke. Matthew felt a bit overwhelmed by her. She was like a little tornado, but overall, she seemed nice.

Matthew stuck a hand out and stated, "Um, actually that was me, yes. I'm Matthew Williams, the World Powers Level Poet. It's very nice to meet you, Miss Michelle."

The aquarist shook his hand and bobbed it up and down. She laughed. "No need for the formalities, Matthew!"

The Canadian just chuckled, as he was unsure of what to say. Arthur intervened before the conversation could reach an awkward point.

The prince made sure he was getting attention before he spoke. "Now that you're on a name-to-name basis, can we please discuss the matter at hand? Before Matthew interrupted us, we were trying to figure out why our memories are hazy."

Matthew gave Michelle an uneasy look. The time to develop friendships could come later. Right now they needed to figure out why World's Promise Academy was not living up to its name.

The prince waited for an answer. He was growing impatient, until two blondes approached the group. The taller one seemed on edge, while the shorter one was eager to join the conversation.

Arthur rolled his eyes. "There are more interruptions? Splendid."

You don't have to be so rude.

The taller blonde took a step forward. "I'd like to see you start something. We heard you talking about our memories. That would benefit the entire group. Don't complain at all. The more people you have to help you, the better."

Arthur took a deep breath, and nodded his head. "I suppose."

Matthew quickly pulled out his ID Card. These two obviously weren't going to introduce themselves, so he'd have to do his own research. The tall blond with piercing green eyes was Vash Zwingli, World Powers Level Shooter. He seemed aggressive, but he looked like he'd be good to have on your side.

The little blonde turned out to be Lili Zwingli, World Powers Level Tailor. She was a quiet girl, and only fifteen years old.

What? How can these two be related? I didn't know siblings could attend this Academy together. She's only fifteen, too. I guess she's a really smart kid.

Lili declared softly yet powerfully, "We are in danger here. This isn't a normal school. On our way here, Big Brother and I inspected the entrance to the school. There's a giant vault blocking the doors of the school!"

Vash continued with the investigation. "It gets worse. There were guns attached to the vault. I didn't want to try to anything. Those guns are the top of the line. They're some of the most well-crafted that I've seen in years. I wouldn't try to break out. You'd be shot in a heartbeat."

Shot?

Vash and Lili obviously knew what they were talking about. It was coming clearer and clearer by the second that this school was more like a prison. The question that would keep Matthew up at night was, why? This school was supposed to be a safe haven for talented kids to grow and blossom as people.

Trapping us in a cage is supposed to help us grow? I need to leave this Academy.

Michelle shook her head and grabbed at her brown sweat jacket's zipper. She shivered and he wished he could comfort her. Her movements seemed broken almost. She didn't look at anybody, and her words came out slowly. "This... isn't funny anymore... we're living... in a nightmare!"

Lili reached over and touched Michelle's shoulder. Michelle looked down at Lili, and the blonde girl smiled. Now was not a time for joy, but if it could cheer up Michelle, why not. Matthew couldn't bear to look at them anymore.

He started to back away from the group and he called to them, "I'm going to find more information!"

Matthew refused to look back. His heart was pounding, and adrenaline raced through him. None of this could be real. He just wanted to go home, but he couldn't even remember home! He was stuck at a road block, and it was agonizing. The poet simply could not wait any longer. He needed to fly away, to break free.

Desperately the boy ran. He closed his eyes to escape from the distorted school. He emptied his mind, and tried to focus. Ideas became to swirl in his mind, and he wished his talent would go away.

Breathe in and out, Williams, in and out.

That was better. Matthew opened his eyes, and realized he'd made a fool of himself in front of his classmates. They had all spun around to face him. He was recovering the most ridiculous glances. His face grew hot as he mumbled an apology to his classmates.

How ridiculous! He let his sorrow consume him, and now these people would never take him seriously again. The blond sulked back to the students, and remembered that he was supposed to be gathering information.

The person nearest to him was a man with venomous green eyes and oak brown hair. A suspicious curl protruded from the side of his head. He was dressed in an ebony suit with the top undone, and a red tie was hanging loosely from his shirt. The teen obviously had a nonchalant attitude, and an unlit cigarette hung from his mouth.

Matthew's purple eyes met the green of the man's for a brief second, and the man snapped. "What do you want? You just keep causing scene after scene today!"

He sure is friendly.

Matthew looked down at the man's black loafers. "Nothing really. I was just wondering, do you know anything about why we're here?"

The tough guy bluntly shook his head. "No. I wish I did. If you want to know about this train wreck, I'd ask pasta freak over there." He pointed to a man that was almost identical to himself.

The other man had honey brown eyes and fox red hair. He also had a curl in his hair, and it was obvious that the two were related. Matthew once again referred to his Class ID Biography Page. The dark haired man was Lovino Vargas, World Powers Level Mafia Leader. He happened to be the older brother of Feliciano Vargas, World Powers Level Artist.

He's even mean to his brother. I wonder why? I think if I try, I could be both of their friends!

The Canadian muttered a thanks, and headed towards Feliciano. Little did he realize, the enclosed world in the middle of nowhere was about to become even more psychotic. The wheel of despair and melancholy was rolling in.

Yeah, I promised I'd introduce all the characters in this chapter, but that didn't happen. Next time, I think they'll all come in. Sorry I never updated! I just hit a major writer's block, but here I am now c:. I'm not pleased with the way this came out. Not at all. Also, Michelle is Seychelles.