Hey gang. After one of the most difficult decision processes that I ever had to endure on this site, I've finally come up with a final cast list. Thank you to everyone who submitted. There were tons of great, detailed and well-written characters that I decided not to use for the reasons of already having someone similar or, finding it difficult to write for them in this kind of setting. It was extremely hard to only pick 19. With that being said, thank you for your patience. And here's the first chapter of Wawanakwa Academy. Enjoy!
Girls
1. Kara Sanders- xGoldenSpiritx
2. Sophia Dent- unpretentiousmusings
3. Smith Albert- Thedaffodilqueen
4. Shann Tonee- TDI 4 Ever
5. Jayda 'Dove' Jonas- frizzle1872
6. Graciella 'Grace' Thompson- Fryllabrille201
7. Albina Sackville- RatInvasion
8. Forsythia Ainsworth- Likes it Luxe
9. Samantha Terrafino- Desire at gunpoint
10. Claira Wilson- KingCorgi
Boys
1. Scar Xaren- Scar4Life
2. Eyrik Banks- Kunnaki
3. Luke 'Gyro' Harrison- TDI 4 Ever
4. Adagio DiVagelo- Cream of the Ice
5. Jordan Smith- XJayNarrativeX
6. Nahliel Tsumabuki- Nahilel Michelangelo Sparda
7. Rickie Harrison- The Voices In Your Head
8. Eli Greyson- unpretentiousmusings
9. Matthew 'Matt' Drake- Zak Saturday
10. Liam Gates- Zak Saturday
Date: Monday, September 6; 1st day of school
Time: 6:15 a.m.
Place: Auditorium of Wawanakwa Academy
"You know, green really isn't your color," a voice echoed from the brim of the stage.
The auditorium. He had remembered it as if he had lived there for his whole life. Fourteen rows of dark blue vinyl stacked chairs to be exact. Chris could recite every detail down to the vibrant piece of orbit gum under seat H6. The man silently smirked to himself as he adjusted his clover green tie in his mirror's reflection. His back facing the owner of the voice, he made a swift turn to smile in her direction.
"Mildred, fancy seeing you here today. I just thought I'd spice things up a bit today by displaying a little school spirit," he paused to point to his glowering tie.
Blaineley, dressed in a dark pantsuit gripped the orange clipboard in her hand and let out a frustrated grunt.
"I told you, it's Blaineley now," Her expression softened into a mocking mannner.
"And I'm afraid that you have the wrong shade of green McLean. I believe it's more of a lime hue than an Irish folktale kind of vibe."
Chris visibly shrugged and instead of noting her correction, he continued to fuss around with the tail of the fabric, tilting the mirror up more in his direction.
"Ouch, I'd sense that you of all people will be a little more enthusiastic today." There was a pause between the two as Blaineley's gaze got caught in a banner. In large bold, white letters, it read: 'Proud to be Drug Free'. She rolled her eyes feverishly and turned her attention back to Chris, speaking in a monotone fashion.
"What's there to be excited about?" She tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
Chris' hands halted in place, smoothing out the tie between the creases. Both arms fell to his sides, all while giving his co-worker a puzzled look.
"What's there to be excited about!? Oh come on, the kids are coming today, and you're VP; the big dog around these quarters, with the exception of me of course. They'll fear you like the bubonic plague," he ends with a hardy laugh.
"Doesn't that make you happy?"
Blaineley's eyelids shot open, her blue orbs slightly dilating at the question.
"I...No. It doesn't. Of course you would feel the same way if you were the disciplinary action amongst a school full of brats."
Chris nonchalantly shrugged and headed down the stairs of the stage.
"Well I can tell you one thing. It's certainly a step up from your last jo-"
Blaineley who was following in his path, quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.
"I thought we agreed to never speak of that again," she warned, her eyelids forming slits.
"Whatever, just thought I'd get a good laugh in before the start of the day."
She said nothing but instead continued her trek down the narrow aisles, stopping at the door.
"Woah, where do you think you're going?" Blaineley placed two firm hands on her hips.
Chris looked at her as if she had grown a second head.
"I don't know, maybe down the street to that donut place. Thought I'd grab some breakfast. Why?"
"Because you can't. You have to wait with me in the main office for the tour guides to show." Chris raised a curious eyebrow.
"The tour guides?" This time she crossed her arms in a matter-of-factly manner.
"Yes. See if you were a good principal, you would know that every year, we would have a few of our upperclassmen students show the new ones around. And we have a lot of newcomers this year, so we need all the help that we can get." She took a minute to check her watch.
"Their call time is at 6:30, so they should start piling in in about eleven minutes."
Chris desperately felt his growling stomach as it gave off a noise of discomfort.
"Well, can't you handle that on your own?" The woman simply shook her head in response.
"With great power comes great responsibility McLean," she smirked, "Now let's go."
Chris sighed before lethargically following her to the main office.
Time: 6:21 a.m.
Place: West Wing; 4th Building
"Day 1, hour numero uno, huh?"
The voice that spoke traced her gaze on the noticeably taller boy walking aside her. Instead of acknowledging her words, the boy continued his stride, silently humming a tune as music blasted through a pair of headphones.
"Hello..." she waved a sickly pale hand in front of his face, "I'm sort of trying to talk to you here."
The male abruptly stopped in his tracks, widening his green and red eyes, slowly removing his headphones and placing them around his neck.
"Sorry about that, Albina. You know better than to talk to me when I'm in," he paused for dramatic effect, "the zone."
"Right, how could I possibly forget?" she sarcastically says. The girl, revealed to be Albina, continued two paces ahead of the boy. Her light brown pigtails animately bounced with each step. She sported a dark purple and gray tank top, and a light blue leather jacket to go over her shoulders. Her choice of pants consisted of light blue skinny jeans, along with solid black sandals and a dark brown pair of plastic glasses.
Just making it about two feet in front of the other occupier of the hallway, her pace momentarily slowed as she turned her head over her left shoulder, calling out to him.
"You know you're going to have to walk a lot faster than that, if you don't want to be stuck with the bad apples to show around, right Scar?"
"Would you slow down a bit? You're walking a mile a minute." Scar sighed, running his fingers through his spiky, bushy rainbow colored hair. Like Albina, his skin also had a sickly white hue to it, maybe even whiter. He wore a chain shirt with black skinny jeans and black dress shoes. A dark, long cloak covered his attire and on his neck he wore a blood red chain. A dragon and phoenix pendant with a jewl locked in between their claws accompanied the chain. Traveling up his neck, was a visible scar.
"No can do," Albina laughed, "you know how Mr. Moore feels about," she paused to imitate the ex-principal's British accent, "punctuality."
Scar let out a small chuckle, "I'm not going to lie, that impression was pretty spot on." he called from behind her.
"Well if you don't want a repeat lecture of what happened last year, I advise we get moving soon enough." Albina rushed into a slow sprint, with Scar following closely behind her.
"Tell me again why the main office is all the way across the school."
All that could be heard was fading laughter as the two headed off to their destination.
Time: 6:23 a.m.
Place: South Wing; Guidance Hallway
A pair of heavy footsteps can be heard traveling through the empty hallway, approaching the guidance office. A tall male knocked harshly upon the door handle, tapping his foot impatiently. After a moment, he knocked again, this time hearing a muffled groan coming from inside of the room. Following, a pair of feet resonated sound closer to him. Before him, a tallish girl with long black hair in an undercut with pale skin and blue eyes. She wore blood red lipstick. Her attire consisted of a nice dress and a pair of flats. She brushed over one of her small silver earrings, a tiny nose stud to compliment her jewelry.
She paused, looking over the boy up and down.
"See something you like?" he smirked.
The girl let out a snort, rolling her eyes in the process. "No, I'm good. Trust me. So..." She leaned on the door frame.
"What're you doing here? You know school doesn't start until 7:30 a.m. right?"
The guy, who had been previously been distracted by flexing his bicep snapped his attention back to the girl.
"Uh... yeah. I'm here for the orientation thing."
The girl paused to smirk. "But, aren't you in like, the tenth grade? Wow they couldn't get enough upperclassmen to do their dirty work for them I suppose. What's your name?"
The boy opened his mouth to retaliate her comment but decided against it, refocusing on the girl.
"Why do you need to know? And how did you know I'm in the tenth grade?"
She smiled. "Oh please, I can smell your inferiority from a mile away. And, O'Halloran's* orders. She knew that a few of the slow ones would come here first instead of the main office, so she sent me to mark you off as present and to send you to the right place."
"Hey, who are you calling infer-" He dropped the subject. "Forget it. I'm Liam... Liam Gates."
"Liam Gates," she mumbled to herself, scrolling down her list of names.
"Got it. Head to the main office and I suppose you'll know what to do from there."
As he was about to trek down the hall, he paused in his place.
"And yours?" he asked.
"My what?" she frowned.
"Your name. It's only fair since you asked me for mine, I should know yours."
She smirked deviously. If looks could kill.
"Sam Terrafino, but don't ware it out if you know what's good for ya."
"Wouldn't dream of it..." Liam trailed, heading down the hall.
At that exact the moment, the door outside of the office opened and in stepped a boy with combed back light purple hair. His pitch black eyes created the impression that one was staring into his soul. He wore a blue T-shirt with a pair of black jeans. His shoes displayed colors of blue and black and a blue open overcoat covered his attire.
Sam glanced briefly at him, raising an appalled eyebrow.
"Dude, you know it's like sixty degrees outside, right?"
He simply stared at her without responding.
"Okay then, so anyway I'm guessing that you're here for the orientation. Name please?"
"Um, Eyrik Banks," he said lowly.
"Mm hm..." she hummed, checking off his name.
"Head to the main office. The obnoxiously buff guy in the green T-shirt just went in that direction."
Eyrik signaled her a nod, before heading off in the same direction.
Time: 6:25 a.m.
Place: South Wing; Gym
The outside gym door flew open with a slam, letting a cool breeze into the room. The girl at the door, let out a smirk, confidently sashaying into the room. The smaller girl followed behind her with big bright dark blue eyes, her gaze darting from one thing to the next.
"Uh... Kara," the smaller girl whispered, "are you sure we are allowed to be in here?"
The older girl whom was revealed to be Kara chuckled.
"Allowed, I'm not sure if that's the right word to use." She had wavy golden blonde hair that reached her butt, with dark green eyes, and perfectly pink lips. Her outfit composed of a white blouse with a midnight blue open cardigan over it, as well as a floral light pink skirt and white pumps.
Kara inhaled the air around her in a reminiscing way.
"It's feels good to be back, doesn't it Claira?"
Claira nodded excitingly. "Yeah, it does. Especially since this year I'll finally be alleviated from the bottom of the pyramid." Kara took a moment to look at the dirty blonde. Her messy bangs fell into her face. Her colored extensions shimmered brightly under the blinding gym lights. She wore an oversized hoodie, the words in bold reading: 'WAWANAKWA ACADEMY', with jean shorts and brown sandals. She had an industrial bar on her left ear, and her baggy choice of dress covered her small belly button piercing. On her right hand was a small silver ring, and on her neck, a small gold locket.
Kara walked past her, two hands on her hips, and began to stare at a large trophy placed in the center of a glass case.
On top of it was a figurine of a girl in a high cheerleading stance. The engraving read:
National Cheerleading Championships 2013-2014
Wawanakwa Academy
First Place
"Just think about. This year it's going to be my turn to lead the team to victory." She continued to stare at the trophy as if she expected it to turn to life. "Do you think I can do it Clair?"
"Of course you can! You were at the top of the pyramid for our last competition back in May." Kara shuddered at her words.
"That's only because Sydney Squires decided to be selfish and break her ankle right before the big game. If she would just keep her balance on the practice bar, we wouldn't have had that problem. Coach Moss had no one else to choose," she glared.
Claira shrugged innocently, "You were still great."
"Thanks," Kara smiled in a knowing way.
"Now come on, we have to go to this stupid orientation thing right?" she continued.
Claira followed behind her. "Right." The two of them got to the door.
"Hey Kara, weren't you the one who pushed Sydney off the practice bar last year?"
Kara smirked to herself before shuffling through the door.
"Maybe."
Time: 6:31 a.m.
Place: East Wing; Elective Hallway
"I don't mean to be hard on you or anything, but we're kind of already late man."
"I know. Just, give me a second."
Out comes a lethargic boy, back hunched over, catty shaped eyes full of despair. His pace must of been a step per minute at the rate that he was going. He had a thick outcrop of tousled charcoal hair, styled into a Victorian ponytail with bangs. He wore a white T-shirt with faded jeans and brown ankle boots. Over his shirt was a brown vest with silver buttons to complete his look. The boy sported multiple ear piercings and one in his lip.
The other boy with him audibly sighed.
"What happened to you Adagio? You used to be so," he trailed for the right word, "happy. But now-"
His glare met that of Adagio.
"Look, I know that this year is going to be really hard for you- with what happened. But, I know that he wouldn't want this for you. He-"
"Eli, just stop talking. Please. All summer, all anyone has been wanting me to do is talk. I don't want to talk. I can't."
The boy now revealed to be Eli shuffled awkwardly away from him. He had a short light quiff with large hazel eyes. His clothing consisted of a white T-shirt with dark wash pants and white sneakers. On his wrist; a woven bracelet.
"Let's just go to the office."
Adagio continued, slightly speeding up his pace as Eli followed him.
"Are- are you sure you're up for this? You could come back at 7:30 and I could just tell them you weren't feeling too well."
"No. I'm going to have to face this sooner or later. Might as well be sooner. I'll get back into it eventually." He turned his head to face Eli. "I promise."
Eli nervously ran his fingers through his quiff staring into his friends eyes. The life, the emotion, the passion: without Michael none of that existed anymore.
"Oh boy. This is going to be a long day."
Time: 6:33 a.m.
Place: East Wing; Girl's Bathroom
"Hold on! Almost done," a voice called out from inside of the stall. A loud flush echoed throughout the room as a young girl exited, brushing off her hands. She had blood red hair cut at the nape of the neck. Her bangs covered her right eye. The girl wore a black "The Who" T-shirt with red denim jean shorts and black high tops, and she was covered in tattoos, piercings and jewelry.
The other girl in the facility with her laughed. "Smith, what could you have possibly been doing in there for so long?"
Smith smirked. "Just checking out the acoustics, that's all." She stalks over to the sink, checking herself in the mirror and washing her hands.
"Alright, I guess we should head over to the office for orientation. We don't want to keep the kiddies waiting, do we?"
Smith chuckled. "Ah, don't sweat it Dove. Moore and O'Halloran can wait."
Dove had long blonde honey colored hair, falling to her hips in loose natural curls. Her eyes were large, dark, and blue. Her outfit composed of a combination of a long skirt and halter top along with a pair of Mary Janes. Her frame was short and curvy.
"I guess you're right..." she trailed. "So, new year huh? You excited?"
Smith shut off the water faucet and turned to face Dove.
She smiles. "Yep, I'm a junior this year. Moving on up in the social pyramid and all, y'know? How about you?"
"Well, I'm just a sophomore, but I guess I'm excited. I mean I finally got rid of that old purple backpack that I had forever," Dove shrugged.
"Good for you, D. But that one looks exactly like the one you had before."
Smith walked over to the hand dryer and quickly dried her hands clean.
"But this one has flowers on it." Smith laughed, heading closer to the exit of the bathroom.
"Alright, ready to rock and roll?"
Dove smiled, picking up her new backpack off of the ground.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"To Moore's office it is then!" Smith cheered triumphantly.
Time: 6:36 a.m.
Place: North Wing; Main Office
One by one all 11 student tour guides began to pile into the main office where Chris and Blaineley were waiting for them. As each of them entered, the main question became relevant to all in the office.
"Where's Mr. Moore?" Scar burst from a corner in the room.
Chris smiled at the students, standing from his chair in the office as the talk died down.
"Hello, students! I bet you're all wondering where your beloved principal Mr. Moore is."
Kara placed two firm hands on her hips. "Yeah, if it wasn't already obvious, we would like some answers."
The talk slowly began to rise up again.
"Ok, ok. Don't slit my throat. See the thing is, Mr. Moore... retired over the summer."
"Retired?" Liam questioned, "The guy was only 34."
No one seemed to notice, but Eyrik slowly nodded in agreement with Liam.
"Ech, em. He was 36 to be exact: wasn't that young. Anyway, because of his unexpected retirement, they needed someone to take the new job opening." Chris continued.
"And who is that exactly? Ms. O'Halloran?" Eli asked. The whole room shifted their attention to the blonde lady at the desk.
She sighed. "Unfortunately no. Kids, your new principal is..."
"Me," Chris cut her off. The two adults engaged in a miniature glare-off.
"Yes, Mr. McLean will take the position."
The students eyed him skeptically, already not having a good impression from his cheesy smile to his naturally windswept raven colored hair.
"But-" Albina started.
"Ah, ah," he put a finger out to Albina, "there's no time for any if's, and's, or but's. We need to get you kids tour guide ready."
Chris went down the line handing each of the students, a vibrant, lime green sweatshirt with white bold letters: 'Wawanakwa Academy', a cartoonish gopher as an image on the back. When he got to Claira, she shook her head no, signaling that she already had one.
"Well there's someone with school spirit," he flashed a grin at her. She enthusiastically smiled back.
"Um, what the hell are these big, ugly, sweatshirts?" Sam complained. She looked over to Claira quickly, "No offense."
"These adorable, stylish matching shirts will identify the eleven of you as tour guides. So if the new students ever get lost, they can identify the giant gopher, and follow the trail."
"Clever," Adagio sarcastically snorted.
"Okay enough chitter chatter. I'm going to divide you guys up into tour groups." Blaineley said. She took a moment to flip through her lists.
"Ah, here it is. Liam, Adagio, Scar, and Sammantha will be in charge of the 9th and 10th grade group of new students."
The four looked to each other. Liam smirking at the other three, while they seemed indifferent.
"Okay, next. Kara, Albina, Eli, and Eyrik: you four will take the junior, 11th grade group."
They expressed different signs of acknowledgement, Eyrik of course staying the most silent and casting his gaze upon the others.
"And finally, we have Jayda-"
"I prefer Dove," she interjected.
"Yes. Dove, Claira and Smith will handle our new seniors." She looked up from her clipboard.
"Okay, then. All of the information that you could need is in these packets. She gave one large yellow one to one person of each group. To the 9th grade/ 10th grade group she gave the packet to Scar. To the 11th grade group, the packet went to Eli. And to the 12th grade group, the packet went to Smith.
"Make sure to hit the checkpoints highlighted in the info. Oh, and meet me in the auditorium with your groups at 10:45 sharp. No slacking off, and no losing children, got it?" she commanded.
Sam mockingly put a hand to her forehead in a saluting fashion.
"Ay, ay captain!"
Blaineley smirked.
"Great. Let's get this show on the road then, shall we?"
* O'Halloran is Blaineley's last name if you didn't happen to pick that up.
Finally finished. Phew! Please leave a review and tell me what you think of the first part. As you could see not every student appeared in this chapter. This section only displayed snippets of the returning students. Next chapter, the new comers will come into play to adapt into the Wawanakwa Academy environment. To the owners of the OCs, I'll probably be shooting you guys a PM sometime between now and the next chapter so please keep on the lookout for that. Thanks for reading. Until next time!